Speed.hard E

I'm here to my weed up, I it for My weed I feel like I'm so gone out, This is what out. This just a bunch of crap, double the work And I get glad. I you said I can Go and make this shit like- I'm rollin', rollin', I'm rollin'. When I pull up in the Escalade page, I'm rollin'. Drop top and I'm on blades, I'm rollin'. Beamed with my stunner shades, I'm rollin', rollin'. I got cars in my shit, but real niggas On my lip. Waitin' fifty thousand dollars, call you Niggas lip. A real rap star, I got real rap scars. Got a real rap shit, bitch I give you My cards. Fans give me back, real niggas rock Plate. Out of all my shit, workin' as a Heart rate. How could be bigger than me, I Give a listen what you ask. And I can't remember what the if I'm with Your dick. Nigga you can have shit, Matter of fact you never was. I don't need you back, yeah your nigga more Drugs. You haters runnin', fuck y'all can't do shit. All I do is love it when it's flowin' And I get rich. You workin' nine to five, know you need a Little more. And I make a diss track and Your momma little poor. I can help your fuckin' career, fuckin' career now Disappeared. If you niggas wanna diss, Bitch you Gonna Get- I'm gonna break a fuckin' nigga. I'm gonna break a fuckin' nigga. To blow My weed up, yeah do it up for my Up. I feel like I'm gone out, this is What the fuck is out.