xtotw - interstate 30 Lyrics

Roccin leather jackets like I'm fuckin ghost rider
I can guarantee the whole team gettin higher
If we droppin shit you best believe its hella fire
I was never hired but still end up getting fired
Ridin on some flat tires
Seekin blood like Michael Myers
Yeah I rip that nigga flyer
His bitch asked me for a lighter
But I produce the fire
Provide the fluid for her lighter
You niggas too expired
Stab ah nigga wit some plyers
I swear I'm fuckin higher than the sky and Jimmy cryer
He so washed up fuckd around we might just need ah dryer
No appetizers while we feastin on they daughters
Don't need no lawyers
Told the judge I was in Florida
My bitch so nasty
Couldve sworn she was ah horder
Owe me some quarters its the same as owing dollars
Interstate 30 going fast
I crashed my Honda
I'm livin swell but still takin niggas mail
Suggested jail stupid bitch you can go to hell
Stay grindin rails, skatin harder than o'niell
On 30 still, switchin lanes at my own will
Poppin pills wit my brutha, pilot squilled
I can't be healed, way too broken for ah deal
She suck me up, I give her bucks that was the deal
King of the hill
Killed all the others for the hill
Not in the field
Cause I bought the fuckin field
Let's see them bills
Before we bring the drugs in here
Can't hear her clear
Told her whisper in my ear
Cant live in fear on my own or wit my peers
Cop pulled us over we had cans of every beer
We still on 30 high asf so now I'm cured
Can't even steer sold my steering wheel for beer
Cross faded years 2019 was my worst year

Roccin leather jackets like I'm fuckin ghost rider
I can guarantee the whole team gettin higher
If we droppin shit you best believe its hella fire
I was never hired but still end up getting fired
Ridin on some flat tires
Seekin blood like Michael Myers
Yeah I rip that nigga flyer
His bitch asked me for a lighter
But I produce the fire
Provide the fluid for her lighter
You niggas too expired
Stab ah nigga wit some plyers
I swear I'm fuckin higher than the sky and Jimmy cryer
He so washed up fuckd around we might just need ah dryer
No appetizers while we feastin on they daughters
Don't need no lawyers
Told the judge I was in Florida
My bitch so nasty
Couldve sworn she was ah horder
Owe me some quarters its the same as owing dollars
Interstate 30 going fast
I crashed my Honda
I'm livin swell but still takin niggas mail
Suggested jail stupid bitch you can go to hell
Stay grindin rails, skatin harder than o'niell
On 30 still, switchin lanes at my own will
Poppin pills wit my brutha, pilot squilled
I can't be healed, way too broken for ah deal
She suck me up, I give her bucks that was the deal
King of the hill
Killed all the others for the hill
Not in the field
Cause I bought the fuckin field
Let's see them bills
Before we bring the drugs in here
Can't hear her clear
Told her whisper in my ear
Cant live in fear on my own or wit my peers
Cop pulled us over we had cans of every beer
We still on 30 high asf so now I'm cured
Can't even steer sold my steering wheel for beer
Cross faded years 2019 was my worst year