Fast, stop Lyrics

Fast, run around

Stop, gun them down

He talking reckless on the wrong side of town

Almost got charge with a rico, crossing the border with pounds

Niggas be acting goofy around this bitch, like bozo the clown

Them niggas hot boys

Better watch who you be around

Draco busting 808, bullets loud like surround sound

KTO my business, if you think different, we gun them down

Four pockets full, all this money got my pants weighting down

Turnt up in this bitch

Off the drank

Smoking loud

That shit stank

Run down on them

In a tank

Ain't on my level

Up your rank

I raise the rate up in my city, my nigga fuck what you think

Put you in my cross hair

Hit your top point blank

Life is like a race

Got to keep straight to keep up the pace

You aim quick to show your name

And I'm on point no matter the range

Pilled up anger

You would think I was locked in a cage

Like a crazy ape, can't keep ya mouth shut, it's time to bring the tape

You ain't never put food on my plate

Did it on my own so they steady gonna hate

He turned federal, better stay in yo lane

We don't fuck with no snitches put one to your brain

You know wassup with me I got that choppa let it bang

I'm chilling with my gang up in this hoe

We gonna let it blow

You know what is up with bino, I'm stacking up my dough

I told that bitch leave me the fuck alone stop blowing up my phone

I'm just tryna go to the crib and smoke one to my dome

Fast, run around

Stop, gun them down

He talking reckless on the wrong side of town

Almost got charge with a rico, crossing the border with pounds

Niggas be acting goofy around this bitch, like bozo the clown

Them niggas hot boys

Better watch who you be around

Draco bussing 808, bullets loud like surround sound

KTO my business, if you think different, we gun them down

Four pockets full, all this money got my pants weighting down

My niggas standing on ten toes they never fall

Bout the business & we finna go ball

I don't fuck with y'all, bitch stay up out my way

In my TRX bitch and I am switching lanes

I got a Rolls Royce Cullinan I bought it yesterday for cash

You cant fuck with me i got the 38 put you on blast

Rich nigga shit I only smoke that pressure pack that gas

Yeah put you on your ass if you talking shit

If you ain't bout KTO then ion wanna hear shit

Sliding for my bros, dump the Glock never gonna miss

Quit all that fussing, I don't want to hear none of that bitch shit

You gonna meet your maker when I'm dumping out this clip

30 rounds to be exact

Hollow tips knock you off your track

Failed once then I bounce back

Drowsy as fuck sipping on that yak

Niggas really wanna see me fall

Keep it on me bitch I'm never gonna lack

Brother slide through and he gonna take you off the map

Fast, run around

Stop, gun them down

He talking reckless on the wrong side of town

Almost got charge with a rico, crossing the border with pounds

Niggas be acting goofy around this bitch, like bozo the clown

Them niggas hot boys

Better watch who you be around

Draco bussing 808, bullets loud like surround sound

KTO my business, if you think different, we gun 'em down

Four pockets full, all this money got my pants weighting down