Fast Lyrics

Bands keep fall out my pocket

Got billies on me

Hoes keep wanna touch me

They make videos

Wrist cost couple bricks

Got that Richard Millie on

Yeah me got that drip

I hope I ain't spilling none

You know I go fast yea, yea

(Fast lane, fast ride, fast life)

I push on the gas yea, yea

(Fast lane, fast ride, fast life)

You know I go fast yea, yea

(Fast lane, fast ride, fast life)

I push on the gas yea, yea

(Fast lane, fast ride, fast life)

Living too fast

Foot on the gas

Redline on the engine, I hope I don't crash

I cop me a coupe, burn the money to ash

But I make it right back

Watch it flip to a bag

I be leaving skid marks on the asphalt

I ain't conversate unless the cash talk

Got a dime and I love when her ass walk

And she dripped in Celine 'cause that ass hot

Gucci belt got her tryna take that off

Give me top then I'm blowing her back off

You a lame little boy, knock that cap off

Step to me and I'm making you blast off

Versace the garments, lil' boy don't want problems

Got shooters that Kovaak's, they know to white chalk him

They aim for your noodle, turn mans into ramen

Defense on the boy 'cause I'm that hot

180 The life 'cause I'm fast bitch

Went from trapping to living in mansions

Got lil' mami at home do gymnastics

'Cause she loving the way that my ass spits

I be making a life off the backends

Cop the foreigns you only imagine

Getting blind when you look at my damn wrist

Bust down on the face doing damage

Now I got

Bands keep fall out my pocket

Got billies on me

Hoes keep wanna touch me

They make videos

Wrist cost couple bricks

Got that Richard Millie on

Yeah me got that drip

I hope I ain't spilling none

You know I go fast yea, yea

(Fast lane, fast ride, fast life)

I push on the gas yea, yea

(Fast lane, fast ride, fast life)

You know I go fast yea, yea

(Fast lane, fast ride, fast life)

I push on the gas yea, yea

(Fast lane, fast ride, fast life)

Living too fast