SHIMMY - Landspeed

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

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