Speedway

[Intro: Gunna]

Yeah, yeah, I got a cup full of medicine

I fell in love with these presidents

I never speak on another man

I'm tryna get my dawgs out the can

I pour up Hi-tec, I sip up good tuss

Back at the store then po' up again

I'm easin' my pain and feelin' more love

I hope it ain't 'cause of these drugs again

(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1: Future]

Presi' the water off green tips

White as a feather and f&n

Pray it ain't codeine and pain pills

Got niggas thinkin' more devilish

Takin' it back to the street again

Put niggas straight on the CNN

Scrapin' your brains off the concrete

Take your shit down on a sunny

I'm geekin' off of the money

This shit worse than doin' drugs

Louis V down to my garments

Mixing it up, Tom Ford

Close down the jewelry store, then we gon' upgrade the bezels

Live like rockstars, forever and ever

[Verse 2: Gunna]

They put some P's on a PJ

We ride Louis V boat, hear the speedway

I ain't never goin' askin' a nigga for nothin', can't give you niggas no leeway

Broke the curse and finally got my family some millions, and passin' it down' to my little babies

Can't be lowkey, 'cause I'm in a high position and all kind of peoples will watch you daily

Pour the eighth and it feel like I ate

Own a half a million dollar ape

On my behalf, we have everybody straight

Codeine in my stomach, I love how it taste

If you don't get money then you a disgrace

I picked the bitch up and then put her in her place

Young Wunna went up and got niggas amazed

Ain't no other way to explain

(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 3: Future]

Go through grind and go to paradise

Cartier enhancing my hindsight

She like to do line for the right price

You trip in the field you go bye-bye

Been down with the pills, go night-night

We track out a seal in G5

I'm knockin' back pills and singin' right

Carats in the ear in the stoplights

Forgis on the wheel, I'm goin' right

Hopped out the leer, the seat wipe

Tom Ford silk like the pimp tight

Fuckin' two bitches who look alike

We threw a party on the E-Way

Racin' for racks like a speed race

Higher than the moon, I'm on a PJ

They tryna kill you on your B-Day