LANDSPEED
Bitch
When I pull up in that two seater, street heater
Sipping on that two liter
Pack leader, one in the front
Gotta take a breather
Hot boy, gold fever
Shawty lighting up my beeper
No breather, one up to five, like a street killer
Catching flack from your fuck boy
Shawty run it back
It's a decoy, Speed Boy
Venom on the track
That's a snake skin, stage ploy
Phantom on the back
He gone see the way that Gekko mimic whip when he attack, uh
I be running in the hills, for the thrill of it
I be dripping county 8 for the hell of it
Got a Sony's on the street
And Armani on the wrist
When the whip be taking off
That's that 2.6 split
And you checking out the fit
That's that Tommy on the knit
That's that Polo on the rim
That's your girl up in my whip
And I know you won't admit
Speed boys on their fucking shit
How the fuck you say we fake
When you rocking counterfeit, bitch
You's a fake
You's a phony
Little bitch you do not know me
I walk up on some no needs
While they looking like bologna
I'm counting up, and my wrist is gold
Get that pack, and the bitch is sold
Told that bitch she getting old
I'm sorry bitch, that's how it goes
Yeah nah that's how it goes
Solid plated gold phone
Tell them boys to stay at home
Told my shawty leave me alone
Put it on the Visa and forget about it
I'm gone pull these checks
I know they hating, I ain't worried about it
Why she coming up to me
Like bitch, I'm living good without her
Hundred on the dash and I'm gone
Fucking ride the Audi
Fuck is going on? These boys is carbon copies
Landspeed going gold, the fucking kamikaze
I don't know these hoes, get the fuck up off me
Destiny to go, fucking try and stop me
You's a fake
You's a phony
Little bitch you do not know me
I walk up on some no needs
While they looking like bologna
I'm a wild boy for the summer and the wind in time
I find joy filling voids like I'm killin' time