High Speed Chase 1 (Strong Armed Robbery Freestyle) - Blood Money

Yeah, the fuck!

Hey y’all ain’t gon' catch me, I got 6 speeds bitch!

Ain’t no catching me nigga, V12 shit

Bitch!

Squad!

High speed chase, 100 grand cash on me

500 crack jabs on me

Pop a molly do the dash on em

I get away imma laugh on em

M6 blew a bag on em

Twin MACs 25 cash on em

On the interstate swerving out a ki of yay

No knowing if death’s coming for me today

Got a bag gotta beat the case

Nuff bread i could pass a out whole fucking KIA date

I pray to God Chief get away

He in a Maserati so if they catch him it ain’t gonna be the day

I got a gun I don’t need a safe

You can catch me in the hood like Suge, yeah I be with apes

Exit on Roswell, they went the other way

Got a bag full of money ain’t gonna be no other way

I know they got my line tapped there ain’t gonna be no talking

Lay low for 2 weeks i gotta spot

Feds got me real Rick Rossing, web searching

So I can murder every motherfucker talking

Blow em down now i’m picking coffins

Matter of fact imma have the motherfucker swimming with the dolphins

Drug raid up in Minnesota

100 thousand dollar bond they catch me on this shit it’s over

Got niggas up out Cali pushing hella cola

Net worth got a plug up in

Cost a lot of chimps on my shoulder

Fredo hit me with a brick broke it down made out boulders

Got me riding around in a Range Rover

Fredo hit me with a brick broke it down made out boulders

Got me riding around in a Range Rover

Hey…

Never thought…

It would come to this…

But watch me…

Fuck you, sucker

Flying through the hundreds every district on my bumper

Everybody out, getting in for the summer

Money out the window got the crowd going bonkers

Fuck the boppas i make it rain cause I’m a stunner

Got away free thanks to my godmama

Threw my Llama in the bushes with all of my commas

Road block up ahead I ain’t going under

Too many guns if I Instagram em it will stun you

In the words of my nigga Plies imma burn you

Switch cars got my Louis' on blowing ganja

My baby mama met us right of a 111

Pulled off smooth, not looking for no attention

She was in a Beemer the same color of

All black .40, a 30 clip extended

Pulled up to your home, murder your woman

Leave the shorties alive, let em tell you I did it

Shoot at me and make it, I’m lurking no I’m in prison… shit…

Y’all get the picture right?