High Speed - G Herbo

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