Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Highway 66, artist - Da$h. Album song SkrewFace, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hz GLOBAL
Song language: English
Highway 66 |
| Young never been dumb, hunnit round drum |
| Feeling like the Iron Sheik |
| Global gang, fast money made man |
| Bitch we the secret society |
| Young niggas, hammers twice they age |
| And I know that they gon' ride for me |
| I could get you wacked for a quarter P |
| I make the right call and you gon' die for free |
| Who the fuck you niggas thought it was |
| D-O-double-L-A, robbing all the plugs |
| Mami with me, saying fuck her with the slugs |
| So I’m drugging and thugging, sinning and winning |
| I’m paid for speaking english, you would think I passed |
| Chewing on these flats, burning up this gas |
| Drinking on this mud, thinking will I last |
| Why I’m moving fast, getting to this cash |
| Still with that action |
| I still get it bracking, I’m still really macking |
| I still get it popping |
| I’m still on that block, going broke is no option |
| Still got that work |
| Its 8th letter 'til dirt, niggas going berserk |
| We got it for cheap |
| Niggas fuck with the squad, you be dead in a week |
| You wanna tell me the definition of real rap |
| And differentiate trill rap and drill rap |
| If I left it up to you niggas, you prolly kill rap |
| You could thank your guardian angels that Chizzy still rap |
| Cause niggas needing more then some helping hands |
| Whole bunch of yes men, lying to you, fronting on the next man |
| Knowing damn well that’s they best man |
| Back an fourth an round an round an never was your goddamn |
| Let me sip this chamomile and chill |
| Getting turnt up, still all indecisive 'bout the pills |
| Feeling burnt out, wishing that another bitch would |
| Or her nigga will, acting like they really in the field |
| Fuck you to do when they don’t keep it real |
| Tell me what the deal fool, tell me how you feel |
| Cause I’m feeling shade, they ask me about the moves I make |
| And my pocket change (tell me 'bout yo pocket change, nigga) |
| Is it cause I copped an ounce, then I rolled an eighth |
| Then I sold a half, sold a dime of shake |
| Stayed away from weight, gained some weight |
| Never stopped for breaks, when it’s fuck the cake |
| Fuck you saying, counting bands, selling Xans with my mans |
| As it stands, I’m the plug should you need one |
| Niggas on the 'gram selling grams, you should see them |
| Shit is like a rerun, now they screaming «free them heathens» |
| Never any better, on my carpe diem |