Fast Bands Lyrics

Pop out the crib like batman

Blowin 'em up I got bombs like afghan

These niggas garbage can't bump to a trash can

Pop me a pill n turn to a mad man

Cut you off no such thing as a last chance

I'm thumbing n' thumbing I got them fast hands

Up it n blow ain't using these fast hands

Slow money cool but I like them fast bands

Slow money cool but I need it faster

Fuck my dad hell yea i'ma bastard

Hoes get it too ain't nun to blast her

Send anyone to the master

Send anyone to the

Got these hoes shaken they pudding

I do shit that you wouldn't

I ain't the rock smell what I'm cooking

They lookin' at me so I'ma keep looking

Do it B.I.G but I ain't from Brooklyn

Nosey hoes tryna take a sniff

Bet you regret when you take a whiff

This that shit make you jump off a cliff

Told her to choose one Uber or Lyft

Sending her back her boyfriend was worried

Seen hella hoes do they nigga dirty

Wake up get this money yea bright n early

I was getting this money you was getting swirly's

High as fuck catch me with the birdies

One pipe but I got like four 30s

I'll never wear another nigga jersey

In my timb's i'm getting sturdy

Above the rim feeling like curry

Gotta jamacan hoe who whip up the curry

When it come to this gwap i'm in a hurry

Niggas be sweet yea McFlurry

Rollin a blunt consuming a percy

Designer drugs naw this ain't dirt cheap

Type of shit that'll be gone in the first week

Pop out the crib like batman

Blowin em up I got bombs like afghan

These niggas garbage can't bump to a trash can

Pop me a pill n turn to a mad man

Cut you off no such thing as a last chance

I'm thumbing n thumbing I got them fast hands

Up it n blow ain't using these fast hands

Slow money cool but I like them fast bands