Lyrics SHIMMY - Landspeed

SHIMMY

This year I’m a lifestyler
New whip and a wallet
Designer
New shit and I’m stylen
Designer
Cut the case, I don’t smilin'
Outsider
He fake any line
Goddamn, son
Why you gotta?
Why you gotta run?
Why you gotta fake friends?
Why you gotta gun?
You goin' out of deep end, get the shit done
I movin' out the touch
Couldn’t lie, sorry, bitch, I had to budge
Fuckin' up life like I’m livin' with the grudge
Feelin' so fine I ain’t even need take drugs
This is how goes when you fuckin' with the bros
Plus,
Do it like a pro when I movin' back and
She be, movin' back, drop the law
This is how goes when you fuckin' with the bros
Plus,
Do it like a pro when I movin' back and
She be, movin' back, drop the law
Red light 'til pipe
Nothing left
A1, fuckboy
No choice left for ya
No crew, who you?
Do you know
With the Speedcrew don’t with ya?
I don’t know what the fuck you been told
But my time like money and my money never old
I know you, fuckboy, safe and take slow
Ayy, Gekko on the gold lane sun until I blow, huh
But the Dior chain costs three O4
And I spent a lil' money just to have a lil' more
Keep my diamonds on ice just to fuckin' keep 'em cold
And my jewelry my life, I’ma fake it 'til I fatch
With my bracelet
Lost, but a couple new replacement
to the bike, gotta chaise it
Speedboys make you jump when the bass, yeah
When the bass, yeah, huh
Goddamn, son
Why you gotta?
Why you gotta run?
Why you gotta fake friend?
Why you gotta gun?
You goin' out of deep end, get the shit done
Landspeed