Song Details: 6 7 I Just Been Right on the Highway Lyrics. The song name is Doot Doot (6 7) which is sung by Skrilla.
6 7 I Just Been Right on the Highway Lyrics
[Intro]
(ellis)
Yeah, it’s Skrilla, yeah, it’s Skrilla
Yeah, it’s Skrilla, yeah, it’s Skrilla
Yeah, it’s me
[Chorus]
Shades on, l’m boul with the glasses
Bro say er ’cause he a savage
So many dead opps, so many ashes (Brrt)
You ain’t catch that, I can’t pass this (Come here)
Shooter stay strapped, I don’t need mine
Bro put belt right to they behind
The way that switch brrt, I know he dyin’ (Oh my, oh my God)
67, I just bipped right on the highway (Bip, bip)
Skrrt, uh (Bip, bip, bip)
I just bipped right on the highway
Trackhawk, mm, sittin’ in the driveway (Skrrt)
Uh, pull up, doot-doot, doo-doo-doo
[Verse]
Doot, doo-doo, doo-doo, doot
Dump truck, baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo
I popped the Perc’ and popped the blue
I geek-geek like the custys too
Say it in rap, bro, we can smack out (Huh?)
Pull up clean in my white tee, rollin’ off a honey too (Huh?)
Diamonds VV, straight from Lex
And I got a custom pendant waitin’, wait ’til when you see that, ooh
Pull up back to back, matte-black Track’, I just bipped it, nyoom (Back to back)
Throw some D’s up on that bitch like Rich Boy
Hurricane, hey, bay-bay-bay-bay
Hurricane my Chris boy (Hey-bay-bay)
Maison Margiel, I’m forever gon’ drip, boy (Hey-bay-bay)
Send my shooter on a hit, boy (Grrt)
I’ll middle-man a whole body (Frr)
Straight thuggin’, free Blick, fightin’ triple homi’ (Frr)
Take a four, so I just yack
I think 12 inside a Scat
Swapped the VIN and got it wrapped (Huh?)
Bitch, we bippin’ overnight (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Shades on, l’m boul with the glasses (Yeah)
Bro say er ’cause he a savage (Yeah)
So many dead opps, so many ashes (Yeah)
You ain’t catch that, I can’t pass this
Shooter stay strapped, I don’t need mine
Bro put belt right to they behind (Come here)
The way that switch brrt, I know he dyin’ (Get him)
67, I just bipped right on the highway (Damn)
Skrrt, uh (Oh my God)
I just bipped right on the highway
Trackhawk, mm, sittin’ in the driveway
Yeah, pull up, doot-doot, doo-doo-doo (Oh my, oh my God)