Style Up

Highway Ooo Ima getaway Everything is my way Ooo ima getaway Streetlights Crusin' til daylight Late night And everything is alright F*ck that Phones on mute, I’m tryin' to get my style up Phones on mute, I’m tryin' to get my style up Phones on mute, I’m tryin' to get my style up Phones on mute, I’m tryin' to get my style up Driving real fast and I’m tryin' to cause a pile up Tryin to cause a pile up Tryin to get my style up Rims look clean and my gas tank is filled up I’m tryin' to get my smile up Tryin' to get my style up Hoping this rush doesn’t go away Get out my way if you’re in my lane Cuz I’m speeding down the freeway Speeding down the freeway Getaway Bitch, I’m going far away You better know your place Don’t wanna see your face F*ck you Yea I mean it, f*ck you All the shit you put me through Now this shit is back on you It’s back on you, but you still blame me Brain dead but I still can’t sleep Wake up dead, I can only dream All our lives, swimming upstream Part of the circle but not the team Always winning like Charlie sheen About this money, about this green Smoking weed, then I’m gonna leave Driving real fast and I’m tryin' to cause a pile up Tryin to cause a pile up Tryin to get my style up Rims look clean and my gas tank is filled up I’m tryin' to get my smile up Tryin' to get my style up Hoping this rush doesn’t go away Get out my way if you’re in my lane Cuz I’m speeding down the freeway Speeding down the freeway One more time Girl, this is the last time You're gonna win my mind And take all that’s mine Man she crazy, lazy Don’t know why she dates me Claims that she loves me but I know damn well that she hates me Rapes me, spends all my money and then she plays me Grape sweets, ashin' her Swishers all on my suede seats That’s why she’s coming with me When I travel high speed No going back once you hear the fuckin' tires screech Look at me, come with me This control is outta reach Then I wake up to find out my nightmares have become my dreams Bitch get back, don't f*ck my style up