Melbourne police say this is what going 90 in a 30 looks like

As fast as three times the speed limit

High-speed pursuit with many close calls

Tonight, we're getting a look at how Melbourne police were able to stop a dangerous driver going 90 in a 30

Motherfuckers act hard, but they ain't solid

I fell in love with Mary Jane, I want a weed garden

You gonna need another player trying to guard him

The way I'm rapping on this shit, they probably think I'm starving

Yeah, shit, or that the rent due

Acting like he's such a big dog, he a Shih Tzu

How you rapping 'bout a gun? You ain't got a pistol

Think you fucking with my shit? You smoking crystal

Off them amphetamines

How the fuck is a dishwasher an amenity, like, come on

JIT, I got ADHD

JTL, barber, catch a fade if you fucking with me

He on YouTube scrolling, this a me type beat

Call my brother twin, hell nah, we ain't Siamese

On my Trapaholic shit, where you find these

I hit that beat with uppercuts and a flying knee

This from the heart, y'all be rhyming

One thing I learned, there is no perfect timing

Another thing I learned, motherfuckers, they be grimey

Only other thing I know is smoke weed and keep grinding

Took another hit of this and I'm flying

Sitting in the booth, feet up, I ain't trying

Yeah, this shit it come natural to me

I don't hit E, motherfucker, I keep gas with me

Let's hit the Wawa

I don't know her mama, but the bitch be calling me papa

Your music ass, that shit caca

He tried to wrestle, beat his ass, call me Raja

Okay

I'm on a rampage

Thinking about picking scams up to get my rent paid

I'm like LeBron, Matt like D-Wade

He lobbed it up to me, then I put it in a picture frame

Yeah, I put it on a poster

Yeah the jit hot, popping up just like a toaster

Coming in my house, better use a fucking coaster

What, you born in a barn

The way, I'm on a fucking roll just like a ball of yarn

I'll let my fucking dog shit up on your yard

I'll submit your ass, don't get up near my guard

I got a brother making money off of Magik cards

I got a cousin making money, but he out in Texas

I got a brother rap fire, but that shit's subjective

My other brother keep a fire, but it's just for protection

The other one up in the Chi made money off wrecking

Shit, it was a good investment

Beat the beat like it's Tekken, I got a lot of aggression

JTL Stock Market, you better watch my projection

I go zero to sixty in like, what, two seconds

Wordplay like a sport, I'm in the gym with it

Smoke a fat wood on the porch like a fire lit

Quit before they get it

Yeah, you know how them triers get it

I'm a go-getter

I'm seeing red just like a bull, but he a bullshitter

So you act like you're cool, but you ain't cool with 'em

Yeah, I know them fools, but I don't fool with 'em

Say they know who I am, but I went to school with them

You just knew me

Four cyli's in my Chevy Spark, I be zooming

I ain't pissed off, but I'm smoking gas, got me fuming

Second place, is just the first one to lose, bitch

Talking what you finna do, but they ain't doing shit

At all

This from the heart, y'all be rhyming

One thing I learned, there is no perfect timing

Another thing I learned, motherfuckers, they be grimey

The only other thing I know is smoke weed and keep grinding

Took another hit of this and I'm flying

Sitting in the booth, feet up, I ain't trying

I don't even got to

Yeah, this shit it comes natural to me

I don't hit E, motherfucker, I keep gas with me

Always

I always got the gas with me, no matter where I am or what I'm doing

3, 2, 1, Florida boy shit