Lyrics
Driving down the highway, on I-95
with the pedal to the metal, and a gleam in my eye,
and a heater in the back, and my shotty in the front,
and my homie smeg with an ak for some luck,
gunz ablaze blastin on bitches for fun,
bullets grazin yo face, call it a hole in one,
driving fast as fuck not afraid of shit,
lights flashin behind, but we ain't pullin over bitch,
fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck em,
and when we pass by, you better be duckin,
I'm a straight g, nigga I'll never be frontin,
you soft as fuck man, call you little miss muffin,
speed limits 65, but I'm doin a buck 10,
driving fast a fuck, i ain't going to the pen,
caught some air, off a little kids head,
news choppers on our ass, man guess that kids dead,
Driving down the highway, on I-95
with the pedal to the metal, and a gleam in my eye,
and a heater in the back, and my shotty in the front,
and my homie smeg with an ak for some luck,
I cut you open, leave your blood shilloetting your figure,
Laughing at you petty bitches, pushing low figures,
Sucka motherfucka, get your shit split real quick,
Running off at your mouth with your dick suckin lips,
I don’t spit shit, bitch I hawk luggies, leaving bitches lost in the caves,
Like we the fuckin goonies,
You be the same motherfucka acting like you tough bro,
Which’ll make you the same motherfucka 6 feet deep hoe,
I eat your battle raps like they’re fuckin spaghettios, I’m still hungry,
What else is on the motherfuckin menu bro?
Lyrically no one can fuck with me,
so put your feelings in your pocket, And go have a fuckin seat,
Driving down the highway, on I-95
with the pedal to the metal, and a gleam in my eye,
and a heater in the back, and my shotty in the front,
and my homie smeg with an ak for some luck,
You can open your eyes to the cold steel to the dome,
Or I enter like swat and kick the door down to your home,
Lifting you 10 feet ready to lay the smackdown,
Ready for anything, I don’t ever back down
Look in my eyes, you can see I’m ready in any weather,
These cat and mouse games and bitch I’m all about the cheddar,
Fuck all that loud talking, all that he said, she said,
bitches like you get to lay in that 6 foot deep bed,
you ho's so soft and I’m hard like lead,
Fuck around, and I’ll paint the walls with your blood, enough said.
Used to Bitch slap fake niggaz with the back hand back then,
Now I rip coast to coast doing drive bys in vans,
Driving down the highway, on I-95
with the pedal to the metal, and a gleam in my eye,
and a heater in the back, and my shotty in the front,
and my homie smeg with an ak for some luck,
