Highway Music

Lyrics

[Intro] (Tony Coles) Uh Psh, psh, psh, and they gone [Chorus] Cake in my face like it's my birthday, sip drank when I'm thirsty I'm flyin' down the E-way with somebody baby I might bust down my Cartier to block out all the hate Ooh, started out with pennies, now we ballin', Hardaway Uh, swish, I drop the shot on a nigga One deep, I don't be rockin' with niggas Stop lyin', niggas be livin' in fiction Double cup, what the fuck I look like drinking Remy? Who want some 'bows? Hit your city with plenty Yeah, Top Hood Hank, put me on a mission Get Hood out the kitchen, residue on the dishes Hard-headed lil' fucker, I never did listen [Verse 1] Did it myself, what the fuck is a handout? Boomin' that bass, I'll blow a nigga amp out Outside every day, this shit feel like a campout Lil Wayne with the stick, I'll cut nigga lights out Guns with drums, we brought the bands out Finna put on a show, should've brought all the cameras out 'Bows and shows, everything sold out Covered in water, he look like a water fountain Racks in the Goyard, more in the bank account Get head from your bitch, I'm the one that she thinkin' 'bout Red carpet treatment, look how they rolled out That old money shit comin' with mold now Feel like I'm Tony, they know that boy cold, huh Feel like a dumbass, check with the hoes now Never at home, I stay on the road now Blessin' the trap, I tell people's souls now Ain't doin' no choose, I'm the one gettin' chose now Make mama smile, completin' my goals now Trap like a strip club, got them poles out Pushin' that weight got my pockets on swole now I sell 'em whole, no need for a scale Deep in that water, hope I don't see a shell Pumpin' that gas 'round this bitch like a Shell Used to be pushin' ki's around this bitch like Adele You must want me to fail., why not wish well me If I don't sell a record, I'm still makin' sales UPS with that dope, drop a pack for the mail Hit the plug at the forum, I score 'em by bales Put the hoes on the street like it's Las Vegas Tres' I'ma do what I gotta, know life isn't fair I ain't never gave a fuck, so why would I care? I'm the big X on the plug, make sure he took care [Chorus] Cake in my face like it's my birthday, sip drank when I'm thirsty I'm flyin' down the E-way with somebody baby I might bust down my Cartier to block out all the hate Ooh, started out with pennies, now we ballin', Hardaway Uh, swish, I drop the shot on a nigga One deep, I don't be rockin' with niggas Stop lyin', niggas be livin' in fiction Double cup, what the fuck I look like drinkin' Remy? Who want some 'bows? Hit your city with plenty Yeah, Top Hood Hank, put me on a mission Get Hood out the kitchen, residue on the dishes Hard-headed lil' fucker, I never did listen [Verse 2] I wake up the cake like I'm Betty Crocker I be bustin' them 'scripts like I know a doctor Tryna stay out of beef, turn that shit into pasta In my hood, I'm a guy get you killed by your partner Got steak on my plate, macaroni with lobster Like a bad-ass baby, pourin' straight out the bottle King of the jungle, they call me Mufasa Got rich off the dope, I'm the big don dada They wanna kick it, but this ain't soccer Sell ten for five, buy one for six dollars Got 'bows of green, but these ain't salads I'll beat her out the box, you'll think I'm O'Reilly's Fresh than a bitch, I don't need a stylist Diamonds, they hit, got a nigga bitch smilin' I get brain from these hoes, I didn't need college Fell in love with the streets, the block gave me knowledge Pocket full of cheese, this ain't cottage Exotic for thirty-three, but these ain't Scotti White with the brown, Whitney and Bobby Countin' paper in here, need a moment of silence Ayy, fuck all my opps, promotin' the violence Hundred rounds in this stick, I paint shit violent On the E-way with somebody bitch givin' toppy Call me Joe 'cause I like a bitch to get sloppy Wax on, wax off, Mr. Miyagi Kickin' that shit like I know karate I ain't fuckin' with niggas like I'm with the Nazi's Hot sticks in this car, but these ain't no Takis Makin' cash money, they tryna baller block J Prince with the 'bows, I rap a lot Who got the beat, turn this bitch to an In-N-Out Got this bitch jumpin', them folk runnin' in and out [Chorus] Cake in my face like it's my birthday, sip drank when I'm thirsty I'm flyin' down the E-way with somebody baby I might bust down my Cartier to block out all the hate Ooh, started out with pennies, now we ballin', Hardaway Uh, swish, I drop the shot on a nigga One deep, I don't be rockin' with niggas Stop lyin', niggas be livin' in fiction Double cup, what the fuck I look like drinkin' Remy? Who want some 'bows? Hit your city with plenty Yeah, Top Hood Hank, put me on a mission Get Hood out the kitchen, residue on the dishes Hard-headed lil' fucker, I never did listen