| I’ma buss it right quick, I’ma buss it right down, ho
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| Slug round, unbound, I’m runnin' outta ammo
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| Bag for a tank got my bank lookin' shallow (Fuck)
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| Ayy, and I ask what you think, ho (What you think?)
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| Talkin' what’s good but yo' boy he a no show
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| Doom mask, Maximus flare like I’m Russ Crow (What's up?)
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| Like it’s 300, kick a punk in his chest bone
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| Fuck, I’ma slide it in the 240 nitro (Yuh)
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| Sittin' low, eyes down for the light show (Ayy)
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| She gon' ride it 'til she ask where the legs go
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| Neon lightin', Nike fit rockin' retro (Fuck)
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| Gear grindin' 'cause my mind off the blacktop
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| Bitch in the back, Jojo pose for the snapshot
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| High waste tracksuit match the blue backdrop
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| Speedboys make you drop the motherfuckin' rooftop
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| Click-clack pow, clean 'em up like wow (Like wow)
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| Bitch get down, I’ma bounce right now (Right now)
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| Clean 'em up like wow, knock a bitch back out
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| No check, no doubt, Speedboys in yo' town
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| Click-clack pow, clean 'em up like wow (Like wow)
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| Bitch get down, I’ma bounce right now (Right now)
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| Clean 'em up like wow, knock a bitch back out
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| No check, no doubt, Speedboys in yo' town
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| I tell you everything about me that your mother wanna know
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| Take ya all the places that you always wanna go
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| If you with it: let’s go, wrist ice-cold
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| I don’t need to tell you 'cause you already know
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| What’s up, lil' baby? |
| I’ma ride until the sun’s up ('Til the sun’s up)
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| Hit the throttle with the bass, get yo' funds up (Get yo' funds up)
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| Need you by my side, baby, what the fuck’s up?
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| Drop cherry lime Sprite into the vodka (Goddamn)
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| Workin' late nights 'til I hit the lotto (Hit the lotto)
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| Yeah, yo' bitch fine, I’ma call her mine though (Call her mine though)
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| Hella fine though, sneak up from behind though (Behind though)
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| Not around me but I’m always on yo' mind though (Mind though)
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| Triple beam cash comin' overseas with it
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| I don’t know, lil' boys ain’t on my team with it
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| OGs tell me fuck with Landspeed, get it
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| Landspeed, get it, Landspeed, get it
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| Click-clack pow, clean 'em up like wow (Like wow)
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| Bitch get down, I’ma bounce right now (Right now)
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| Clean 'em up like wow, knock a bitch back out
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| No check, no doubt, Speedboys in yo' town
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| Click-clack pow, clean 'em up like wow (Like wow)
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| Bitch get down, I’ma bounce right now (Right now)
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| Clean 'em up like wow, knock a bitch back out
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| No check, no doubt, Speedboys in yo' town
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| Uh, this one’s for the… uh (Landspeed)
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| Uh, goddamn
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| Get her Dom Pérignon, gettin' back on my bullshit
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| Count it up enough times, stacked up full clips
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| Speedboys dirty ol' bugeye in the driveway
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| Speedboys, dirty hoes get out my way
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| Ayy, I’m back on my bullshit, I’m back in the zone
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| What you figure when they leave you, you a motherfuckin' clone
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| It’s on, it’s on 'cause I’m fed up with yo' tone
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| Ice-cold, cyclone while we pull up to the throne, bitch
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| Come on, lil' baby, we can ride 'til the sun’s up
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| Put the clutch down, motherfucker, get yo' funds up
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| Fuck an iceberg, bitch, I want the whole tundra
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| I’ma rock around if it’s with or without ya
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| Come on, lil' baby, we can ride to the stars
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| Need a thick bad bitch who could throw it in the car
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| Need a gassed up whip so cold, blizzard
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| And it sit so low that it raise the fuckin' bar, bitch
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| Click-clack pow, clean 'em up like wow (Like wow)
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| Bitch get down, I’ma bounce right now (Right now)
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| Clean 'em up like wow, knock a bitch back out
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| No check, no doubt, Speedboys in yo' town
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| Click-clack pow, clean 'em up like wow (Like wow)
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| Bitch get down, I’ma bounce right now (Right now)
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| Clean 'em up like wow, knock a bitch back out
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| No check, no doubt, Speedboys in yo' town |