Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Triple777
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Triple777
Songwriter
Parker Stockbridge
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MARVIN MARTIAN
Producer
Testi
Speedin' down the highway with the windows rolled down (Woah)
I'ma have it my way nobody can tell me how (Yeah)
Lookin' like a king I think I need a fuckin' crown (Okay)
Bro just pulled up on me and you know we cruising through the town (Huh)
Runnin' through the stop sign, every red and green light
Had to get my mind right, you know that I'm the fiend type (What? Huh)
No destination in mind, I'm finna go wing it 'till I get it right (Yuh)
Ain't even in my prime, I got big plans for what I want in life
Like word, word, shit been on my mind
Like curve, curve, all that bullshit all the time
Fuck what you heard, heard, I don't think I got the time
Fuck what you heard, heard, I don't think I got the time
Sometimes I be forgetting where I came from
I reminisce about the shed with my day ones
I think about how far we came with the same drums
Smacking snares, nothing else to runaway from
I sang songs that’ll never see the daylight
And spent hours on my craft but never take flight
I wanna set sail and be free
Cause I know that deep down, nobody else me
And I remember all the time spent wasted
But it wasn’t cause my brothers wasn’t faking
The same shit that I spit it got me tasting
What the nice life was like
No chasing
Speedin' down the highway with the windows rolled down (Woah)
I'ma have it my way nobody can tell me how (Yeah)
Lookin' like a king I think I need a fuckin' crown (Okay)
Bro just pulled up on me and you know we cruising through the town (Huh)
Runnin' through the stop sign, every red and green light
Had to get my mind right, you know that I'm the fiend type (What? Huh)
No destination in mind, I'm finna go wing it 'till I get it right (Yuh)
Ain't even in my prime, I got big plans for what I want in life
Like word, word, shit been on my mind
Like curve, curve, all that bullshit all the time
Fuck what you heard, heard, I don't think I got the time
Fuck what you heard, heard, I don't think I got the time
Poppin' out who the fuck you really think it was (Unji)
They mad at me 'cus I'm the one they bitch is thinkin' of
Runnin' shit
You run yo' mouth 'cus you a stinkin' bum
I run the city, I'm too busy we ain't linkin' up
They on my nuts just like they hobbies suckin' dick or 'sumn
We be from a different set so you can't sit with us
I be sippin' activist out the sippy cup
I just pulled up in the i-8 lit as fuck
Pull up and I'm wreckin'
I ain't on no corny shit I'm steady pocket checkin
Y'all look like some broke bitches trynna send a message
Phone on DND constantly, don't you get it?
Yo' life is depressing, ugh
Written by: Parker Stockbridge, Triple777
