Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High Speed, artist - G Herbo. Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
High Speed |
| I was in a high speed |
| With my broski, it was me and him, just him and me |
| Riding with two felonies |
| Cause we got one a piece |
| Glock 27 compact, kept that one with me |
| Anyway we was just out riding |
| Its like 3 am I don’t even know why we still outside |
| Think we was on our way in the house, too high off lean, I keep going in and out |
| Bro on bond for something right now, that nigga keep going in and out |
| 19 moved my mama out the city so we been in route |
| And everybody always wondering why we swerving riding |
| 'Cause if they following us we gone feed just off how they driving |
| And he doing 120 in a audi, we getting a lot of money |
| It’s a car behind us speeding, I think somebody coming |
| And they switching lanes like us too, I think somebody want it |
| Now he tapping me like «Lil bro, look in the mirror who dat?» |
| Thinking that its a opp or something, clutching the Gloc and I’m on it, |
| I wanna do that |
| Starting letting my window down, I’m like slow down, let them get on my side |
| They flashed the lights, damn, I’m ready to blam, they did that just in time |
| Another high speed for this week |
| Now this the second time |
| Already on the e-way so fuck it, we rolling now (Fuck it) |
| And we in route (Skrrt!) |
| And now they going whatever we going an hour |
| Now either we gone get home, or you know what else, so nigga we going for ours |
| Turn and bustin' u’s, now the strap done fell from off my lap |
| Tryna find it, just incase we gotta park this bitch and get out |
| Broski said he got us, I ain’t trippin, already shut my mouth |
| But if he got to jail, he on double bonds, he won’t get out |
| I had made a million dollars and I still ain’t changed the route |
| The voices in my head said «Man, when you gon' chill this shit out?» |
| And I know I’ma take the charge, like I already ain’t make it far |
| I was just getting ready to let it spark |
| Like I ain’t already became a star |
| Soon as we get off the expressway, missed the curb, I’m thankin' God |
| If we had have touched it in the slightest way, would’ve flipped the car |
| Now, we gettin' away, they far |
| Can’t see the plates, it’s way too dark |
| And I’m used to being in chases, but my heart beating a little way too hard |
| Something fuckin' with my conscious, I ain’t trippin', am I, dog? |
| I ain’t gettin' tired of this way of living, am I God? |
| Thought I could do this shit forever, I went hard from the start |
| If I tap out this shit with you, I ain’t trippin', am I, dog? |
| I ain’t loyal no more? |
| like I wasn’t just drillin' with my dog? |
| Like I ain’t fuck off a quarter million, chillin' with my dog? |
| On the ride home, I ain’t nodding, feeling from the lean gone |
| Thinking hard for real long, man, I gotta put my team on |
| Don’t nothin' cut no sleep but a dream, nigga dream on |
| I’m up 5 am, you ain’t doin' a thing, nigga, so you ain’t on |
| To calm my nerves, I fill a backwood up, now I’m like Cheech n' Chong |
| Opps hit us, we hit, hit back at us, that shit goin' like ping pong |
| But we hit somethin', we rackin' up |
| Run the score up, we packin' up |
| 6 am, catch a nigga lackin' us, fire the block up and we backin' up |
| Go again |
| DJ Victoriouz with me in the buildin'! |
| I beat the streets, you know? |
| That was a story about my last high speed that I |
| was on |
| Shit was only like, 2 years ago, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| But it changed me |
| (It did) |
| So close but not close enough |