Real Fast Ln (14thill) Lyrics

Who do I trust

Give me the blues that's on god

Why are they trying to get me for my rod

14thill you know that's the prod

You look at my bitch she gone be my broad

They calling me soy because I got the sauce

If I was you I would be watching for cops

You sliding alone watch out for the snakes

This summer gone be all gas no brakes

Asking me how I do it it's all in one take

Bitch we sticking together like we duct tape

They asking me gwaup when is the new tape

I've been going through shit so now you got to wait

I be breaking my bread I be passing the plate

The shit that I've been through you cant relate

Yeah I took all this shit and I'm getting away

Put the fire on his ass yeah you know that he faint

Bitch I'm up with the gods don't call me no saint

I be coping my pain by switching' them lanes

You can't even do shit you is a lame

He spreading that full clip, just for a chain

I don't know her many times, you need to hear this

Your hoe is a thot and they passed her to gang

Your ass is little hoe, we not the same

I used to be broke, but I was not the same

One day I knew they'd hear my name

I fuck with my bitch she healing my pain

I fuck with my bitch and we getting rich she said that she fucking with diamonds and shit

I don't want no more problems I told her that's it

Shooting fire out the whip and it took of his kick

Shooting fire out the room and he used it to kick back

She asked me if I miss that

I told her that I make stacks

Ain't got no plug bro I could fix that

Bitch I'm on mud with my twizzem

I won't stop until I touch an M

The money is part of my fam

His broke ass taxing for another gram

I ain't know this was my plan

Ain't no slime, but he gone wipe your mans

When I ain't have gwaup that shit made me mad

Yeah bitch I be sagging the blick in my pants

Bitch I'ma boot up every time I get a chance

This za my shirt, think I'm making a mess

She telling me gwaup I know you the best

She telling me gwaup I know you the best

They trying to kill me and they making attempts

He passing the wood I'm rollin' the hemp

There wouldn't be you if it wasn't for him

I'm switching them phones I'm changing my sim

Trying to record a banger she said I can't film

Just like I'm a player that ball to the rim

She said she a freak so them lights fixing to dim

Watch that AR-15 take his hat or his brim

Give me the blues that's on God You could not do this shit but you could try

Them bullets, they hit him hit right through his sides

I don't know how many times you need to hear this

Your girl a hoe and they passed her aside

Give me the blues, that's on God Why are they trying to get me for my rod

14thill you know this the prod

You look at my bitch, she gone me my broad

They calling me soy cause I got the sauce