100 MPH

[Produced by: Buckwild]

[Hook: Meyhem Lauren](x2)

Doin' a 100 on a highway

Fast cake, I do it my way

Fast cake, I do it my way

Head to toe labels on deck, do it the fly way

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]

Predatory glory feastin' on endangered species

I take a shit right after birth a million dollar feces

Fuck ya habitat, it's really where your ratchet at

My ego is so lethal that a ? will try to damage that

So Queens that you can feel me

So dope that you could deal me

Do a donut then I hop up out the Benz

Still in the hood like ATM's that give tens

Crime infused paragraphs with expensive pens

Now we chasin' ends my niggas need extensive ends

Refined thug salary, fine rug gallery

Purchase courtesy of the street, real niggas proud of me

Strategize always think wise but never cowardly

Powerfully shower me with the finest different designers

Leanin' back were shinin' like we drivin' in recliners

It's your highness the flyest, so acrobatic were manuverin'

Catch me freak dancin' in the club, I got the Ruger in

[Hook](x2)

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

The kings portrait laid inside the hand car frame

Hung over the fireplace admired by the peasants

Present some evidence for things you mention in your sentences

I'm devilish, the foot is like a leather fish

Smoke wax like a Brazilian salon

Stand on the corner after three in the morn'

All thermal on, your money shorter than a gerbil's arm

Fuck around, throw a gerbil in your mom

Yo change the channel put the Ninja Turtles on

Arrange the battle, blaze the saddles

Bust your motherfuckin' ass in basketball wearin' sandals

Gun at the side by the love handles

Bring me your face so I could fuck it hard

Then do a 720 in the mustard Saab

The bitch touched my hair said I must be god

That bitch touched my hair said I must be god

[Hook](x2)

[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]

Deluxe fresh, hop out the Lex flexin' ya ex

She's left stretched properly sexed fuck it I'm blessed

Checks comin' in, street money movin' at the same time

Gain shine whenever my feet step on the concrete

Seated outside drinkin' wine chewin' on conch meat

While cops heat corners and streets, we in the bistro

Thinkin' that ? don't fuck around I'll let my heat go

Cuban linx hand made, nigga I'm clan paid

Fuck a couple ratchets got lost to my man Rae

Seven thousand feathers in a eagle

The one I lost didn't have none but it was evil

Niggas try showin' fake love, but they be see through

Deceitful, my people

Still the same crew from back then

Sellin' drugs out the hoopty with a black Mac-10

Unique ringtones, obscure trap phones

You wack rap clones never had a backbone

[Hook]