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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Highway
Highway
Vocals
Andre Harp
Andre Harp
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Harp
Andre Harp
Composer
Mekhi Rogers
Mekhi Rogers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Highway
Highway
Mixing Engineer
Andre Harp
Andre Harp
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I make **** step they shit up
If you flashin', put your wrist up
If you flashin', put your stick up
Man, this shit run through my blood, it run through my veins
I done came down from the moon to see what they say
I don't give no fucks about 'em though (Fuck them ****)
I think I just left my body, going on vacation
[Verse 1]
Tell these **** buy my time, 'cause if they want some, pay me
It's count fast against the world and every **** hate me
I run this shit, I'm on my time, can't nobody change me
My eyes black
My soul need some guidance for my mind back
You already know how I'm coming with bitches
You don't even gotta ask
I know I'm the last one left, and they like, "Why is that?"
Bitch, I'm stepping, bitch, I let ya have it
I fuck this bitch, she just a dyslexic rabbit
I saw that I wanted that bitch, I had to have it
I'm focused on killing that boy, I'm tryna make it to heaven
[Verse 2]
Fast cars, bad broads, big house, live large
That's just all I want, I can't live small
Penthouse on the water, Crystal, pop a bottle
Fuck it, I don't know, I gotta get it all
[Chorus]
I make **** step they shit up
If you flashin', put your wrist up
If you flashin', put your stick up
Man, this shit run through my blood, it run through my veins
I done came down from the moon to see what they say
I don't give no fucks about 'em though (Fuck them ****)
I think I just left my body, going on vacation
Written by: Andre Harp, Mekhi Rogers
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