Lyrics High speed G Herbo

High speed

Ray to twenty-two
I got one not stoppin' (Uh)
10-4, 1-5-49, for report
DJ Victoriouz with me in the buildin'!
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I was in a high speed, with my broski
It was me and him, just him and me
Riding with two felonies 'cause we’ve got one a piece
Glock 27 Compact, kept that one with me (Yeah)
Anyway we was just out ride (Out ride)
It’s like 3A
M, I don’t even know why we still outside (I don't even know)
Think we was on our way in the house, too high off lean, we keep going in and out
Bro bomb for something right now then they keep going in and out
Nineteen move my momma out the city, so we been in route
And everybody always wondering why we swerving 'round
'Cause if they following us, we gonna see how far they drive
And he doing 120 in the Audi, we get a lot of money
It’s a cop behind us beam I think somebody comin' (What?)
And they switching lanes like us too, I think somebody wanted
Now he talkin' to me like "Lil' bro, look in the mirror, who that?" (Who that?)
Thinkin' that it’s an opp or somethin', clutchin' the Glock and I’m on it, I wanna do that
Start rollin' my window down, might slow down, let 'em get on my side
They flash their light, damn ready to Blair, 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 rollin' up (Fuck it)
And we in route (Skrrt), we in route, now they goin' whatever we goin' to out
Now either we go get home or you know what else, so nigga we goin' for house
We turn and bussin' U's, now the strap done fell from on my lap
Tryna find it, just in case we’ve gotta park this bitch and get out
Broski say he got us, I ain’t tripping, I already shut my mouth
But if he goes to jail, he on double bond, he gonna get out
I had made a million dollars and I still ain’t changed the route
Voices in my head saying, "Man, when you gon' chill this shit out?"
And I know I’ma take the charge, like I ain’t already made it far
I’m just getting ready let it spark, like I ain’t already became a star
Soon as we get off this express way, missed a curb, I’m thanking God (Thank you)
If we had of touched it in the slightest way, would’ve flipped the car (Woo)
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 I’m beatin' way, way too hard
Somethin' fuckin' with my conscious, I ain’t trippin', am I dog?
Am I gettin' tired of this way of living? Am I God?
Thought I could do this shit forever, I went hard from the start (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 drilling with my dog
Like I ain’t fuck off quarter mill' and chilling with my dog
On the ride home, I ain’t nodding, feel it’s from the lean gone
Thinking hard, for real long, man I gotta put my team on
Don’t no cut no sleeper but a dream, nigga dream on
I’m up 5A
M, you ain’t doing a thing, nigga so he ain’t on
To calm my nerves I fill a Backwood up, now I’m like Cheech & Chong
Opps hit us, we hit, hit back at us shit goin' like ping pong
But we hear somethin', we racking up
Run the score up, we packin' up
6AM catch a nigga lackin' us, fire the block up we backing 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 man
I was on for real
Shit was only like two years ago, you know what I’m saying, but it changed (It did)
So close but not close enough