Birthday - Landspeed

Hatch back boy, hatchin plans for the night ayy

Bimmer boy, doing 195, aye

Slap that hoe, if she mad she a dyke aye

Clap back hoe, she got my dick for the night aye

For the night aye

Lookin for a fight right

Howlin through the night

Glowin choppard like a lite brite

Its a sight

Got the crew on fuckin site, like

My honda gotta fight might just have to show my fangs, bite

Landspeed the crew

What the Fuck you tryna do

And the only thing that true

Is What we fuckin been through

With the nike shoe

Gonna Push the floor through

Chillin With versace too

Its what we motherfuckin do

Come on bitch bring dat ass

Jiggle when we movin fast

Goin to race the fuckin pass

Now thats some fuckin fast cash

If her ass on super flat

I throw her out the hatch back

«Don't be like that»

But she had her nike’s on my dash

(Virtue)

Fucked up, pullin up, started up the challenger

Bitch call my line say she wanna come to Canada

Fifty thousand dollars I ain’t got a fuckin manager

I’m swerving in the lex and yo bitch is in the passenger

Crashed a brinks truck throwin hundreds off the aqueduct

I do this everyday ain’t got no time on my calendar

Virtue got a choppa gekko got a 50 calibre

So when you pullin up flip the switch back to amateur

Yuh, uh huh, it’s like I’m Ricky rozay

Hundred thousand dollars for a bottle full of champagne

Shuttin down the club and it ain’t even my birthday

She really wanna fuck i ain’t even know her first name

Come on baby bring that shit, move it quick do that shit

Cut it up, chop it down, move around, throw a fit

Break a bitch, hit a lick, throw a brick, then I split

Bimmer dip, extended clip, diamond slugs to match the fit