RM30

[Verse 1] I be with my kids, I keep a Draco in they nanny bag Niggas mad I'm flashin' money, still I like to carry cash I had niggas tryna find my crib with them new AirTags I talked to bro, he got two years to go, he hit my iPad Lit bitches actin' weird 'cause they be playin' boujie I'm an actee, ask "Who shot the gun?" I play it stupid Wuk the passenger, strapped with two bananas, he'll lose it Remember spinning G ‘nem block off X and I was woozy Went to Cali, I spent 2 pints of drank in a jacuzzi I missed court, they tried to send out a warrant, I had to zoom in Sent me pics, I’m looking at her background like let me zoom in I just got two diamond chokers from Izzy, cost me two-ten RM, Richard Milliе thirty, that bitch dark skin I sneak all my guns in the club at hoes who gotta Bartеn Check the peephole, if it was the feds they’ll try to barge in Tricked my auntie, I’m like “that ain’t coke auntie that’s margarine” Fell out with my bitch I dropped some juicy krab on her carpet She ask why I’m sagging with my gun, is under my armpit I talk to my sons, they want the cars that got the stars in How you gon’ compare to me you can’t fuck with my artist [Chorus] This that high speed music, this that get away shit If you ever get caught, you can never say shit As Chicago as a whole, we ain’t none to play with I feel like I’m Derrick Rose, they count me out, I made it This that high speed music, this that get away shit This that high speed music, this that get away shit This that high speed music, this that get away shit This that high speed music, this that get away shit [Verse 2] Never seen them niggas on no flyers, but they say they lit Different with it, before I leave my bitch, I gotta taste her spit I just told my dawg start off his credit, he gotta pay his rent I gave bro consent, he better kill me if I ever snitch I just took a jet to the UK but they ain’t let me in I know I’m a felon, but my felon stand for F&N Always tryna compare yourself to me, go get a better bitch You can never compare yourself to me ‘cause I feel better rich [Chorus] This that high speed music, this that get away shit This that high speed music, this that get away shit This that high speed music, this that get away shit This that high speed music, this that get away shit This that high speed music, this that get away shit This that high speed music, this that get away shit This that high speed music, this that get away shit This that high speed music, this that get away shit