Live fast, talk slick, till the day that I die.
Some tracks aren’t about a lesson — they’re pure adrenaline. “High Octane & Filthy Green” is a full-throttle flex anthem built for speed, excess, and zero apologies, riding a Southern trap beat loaded with brass stabs and booming 808s.
The Story Behind the Song
Opening on ominous horn blasts before dropping into a massive sub-bass groove, “High Octane & Filthy Green” moves at double-time energy from the first verse to the last. It’s a raw flex record — money, speed, and living entirely on your own terms, delivered with the kind of unapologetic swagger the genre is built on.
“Dirty money in the pocket, dirty mouth on the mic!
Doing everything your mama said you shouldn’t like!”
The bridge drops into a shouted gang-chant breakdown before the beat comes roaring back one final time — brass stabs, sliding 808s, and maximum energy straight through to the engine-rev outro.
Full Lyrics
High Octane & Filthy Green
Genre: Southern Trap, Hardcore Hip-Hop
Style: Heavy Brass Horn Stabs, Crisp Snare Snaps, Fast Double-Time Flow, Deep 808 Sub-Bass
Artist: Beat Originals
Content: Explicit
[Verse 1]
Got a pocket full of green and the engine in the rear
Engine revving so loud make a hater disappear
Counting up a hundred thousand cash on the dash
Driving like a demon when I’m step-stepping on the gas
I don’t give a single fuck about a motherfucking boundary
Money so filthy need to throw it in the laundry
Wild in the sheets, yeah she screaming out my name
We be living out of line while you’re playing little games!
[Verse 2]
Big talk, big money, stepping in the spot
Every single thing I touch is boiling, burning hot
Rolling up the high-grade, blowing out the smoke
Got these broke-ass haters choking on a joke
Bedroom acrobatics got her pinned against the wall
Running up the stack till the whole damn tower fall!
[Pre-Chorus]
Dirty money in the pocket, dirty mouth on the mic…
Doing everything your mama said you shouldn’t like!
[Chorus]
Dirty money in the pocket, dirty mouth on the mic!
Doing everything your mama said you shouldn’t like!
Speeding down the strip with the bass turned high!
Live fast, talk slick, till the day that I die!
High octane, filthy green, stacking up the pride…
And I ain’t ever taking no prisoners on this ride!
[Verse 3]
Gas pedal pinned, raw flex on the strip
Full clip of cash and an iron-clad grip
Never gave a fuck and I never gonna trip!
[Pre-Chorus]
Dirty money in the pocket, dirty mouth on the mic…
Doing everything your mama said you shouldn’t like!
[Chorus]
Dirty money in the pocket, dirty mouth on the mic!
Doing everything your mama said you shouldn’t like!
Speeding down the strip with the bass turned high!
Live fast, talk slick, till the day that I die!
High octane, filthy green, stacking up the pride…
And I ain’t ever taking no prisoners on this ride!
[Bridge]
Live fast! (Gang Shout)
Talk slick! (Gang Shout)
Stack that filthy money up real quick!
No regrets!
No slowing down!
[Chorus]
Dirty money in the pocket, dirty mouth on the mic!
Doing everything your mama said you shouldn’t like!
Speeding down the strip with the bass turned high!
Live fast, talk slick, till the day that I die!
High octane, filthy green, stacking up the pride…
And I ain’t ever taking no prisoners on this ride!
[Outro]
Count it up.
Songs Born from the Story.
— Beat Originals