Buckwild - 100 MPH lyrics

[Produced by: Buckwild] [Hook: Meyhem Lauren](x2) Doin' a 100 on a highway Fast cake, I do it my way Fast cake, I do it my way Head to toe labels on deck, do it the fly way [Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Predatory glory feastin' on endangered species I take a sh** right after birth a million dollar feces f** ya habitat, it's really where your ratchet at My ego is so lethal that a ? will try to damage that So Queens that you can feel me So dope that you could deal me Do a donut then I hop up out the Benz Still in the hood like ATM's that give tens Crime infused paragraphs with expensive pens Now we chasin' ends my n***as need extensive ends Refined thug salary, fine rug gallery Purchase courtesy of the street, real n***as proud of me Strategize always think wise but never cowardly Powerfully shower me with the finest different designers Leanin' back were shinin' like we drivin' in recliners It's your highness the flyest, so acrobatic were manuverin' Catch me freak dancin' in the club, I got the Ruger in [Hook](x2) [Verse 2: Action Bronson] The kings portrait laid inside the hand car frame Hung over the fireplace admired by the peasants Present some evidence for things you mention in your sentences I'm devilish, the foot is like a leather fish Smoke wax like a Brazilian salon Stand on the corner after three in the morn' All thermal on, your money shorter than a gerbil's arm f** around, throw a gerbil in your mom Yo change the channel put the Ninja Turtles on Arrange the battle, blaze the saddles Bust your motherf**in' a** in basketball wearin' sandals Gun at the side by the love handles Bring me your face so I could f** it hard Then do a 720 in the mustard Saab The b**h touched my hair said I must be god That b**h touched my hair said I must be god [Hook](x2) [Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren] Deluxe fresh, hop out the Lex flexin' ya ex She's left stretched properly s**ed f** it I'm blessed Checks comin' in, street money movin' at the same time Gain shine whenever my feet step on the concrete Seated outside drinkin' wine chewin' on conch meat While cops heat corners and streets, we in the bistro Thinkin' that ? don't f** around I'll let my heat go Cuban linx hand made, n***a I'm clan paid f** a couple ratchets got lost to my man Rae Seven thousand feathers in a eagle The one I lost didn't have none but it was evil n***as try showin' fake love, but they be see through Deceitful, my people Still the same crew from back then Sellin' d** out the hoopty with a black Mac-10 Unique ringtones, obscure trap phones You wack rap clones never had a backbone [Hook]