too fast

noah in his bag

bitch

ayy

smackin' on your bitch ass' she say my car go too fast

the auto got extensions because it spit out too fast

and we smokin' eggrolls' that lil' shit go out too fast

he tried to run' he just fell on his shit

them hollows coming too fast

that bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit

i just took her down so fast

i'm walking around with thighpads' living like a grandad

at your door when it's not halloween

i'm off the gas and promethazine

foenem'll still shake shit like a tambourine

open your shit like a magazine

with a magazine

you was left there with an empty magazine

wire with that strap shoot down a limousine

dolce sweats or mike amiri jeans

ayy' i'm in love with that money

can't nobody intervene

souped up truck fly past

aberdeen

never tie her down if she wanna leave

that bitch

she wanna hit

tryna hit was a breeze

i'm living like a nigga finna die any minute

therefore my niggas on every car moving

just in case we gotta let it ride any minute

and my kicks size forty-three

they all european

i'm into black hoes

mixed

and puerto ricans

i'm high as the top of the building

hit her

left her at the hilton

i ball

see me on the wilson

matter fact

catch this ho filmin'

every vv on me shining

stop talking

you ain't sliding

i don't drive it

i be flying

you couldn't see it

you too behind

took your ho and fucked her mind

sent her off

ain't waste no time

smackin' on your bitch ass

she say my car go too fast

the auto got extensions because it spit out too fast

and we smokin' eggrolls

that lil' shit go out too fast

he tried to run

he just fell on his shit

them hollows coming too fast

that bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit

i just took her down so fast

i'm walking around with thighpads

living like a grandad

at your door when it's not halloween

i'm off the gas and promethazine

foenem'll still shake shit like a tambourine

open your shit like a magazine

ayy

i'm focused

dummy

all for that money

you runnin' from it

she want this dick but runnin' from it

we got blicks

no running from it

5.56's coming from it

i'm smoking on dubs

try me

your homie gon' be in my lungs

we finna roll his ass up in a blunt

huh

oh well

your family sending farewell

she said

i heard of you