Fast

Zaytoven

Yeah you ain't nothing but
A hoe ass nigga (Hoe)
And it ain't even on the low (No)
Every young nigga dream
Is to have figures (Beep)
It's a young niggas dream
o have dough (Beep)
Told shawty she can come
Out for the week (Slide)
She just gotta keep it
On the low (Low)
We ain't tryna fuckin'
Twitter beef with you (Twitter beef)
We tryna keep it
On the floor (On the floor)

I got too many problems,
I ain't worried about a peon
Oh, you having choppers,
Nigga pull up, let me see one
Some with your name,
I'll pull up, let you keep one
Oh, you wanna be a lame,
Man I'ma let you be one
Something 'bout the game,
It fuck with your brain
We go out how you came,
You know all that slang

Everywhere I go,
They say I smell like pack
Rollie diamonds fat
Four door Cat, two door, fast
Count the guap fast,
Take the roof off fast,
It moves so fast
I told you, you a pro-pro,
You do it so fast
Got the Nickelodeon,
We can have a blast
Hahhh, Bang-Bang

Said she got cellulite
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, wow)
She call me day and night
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, brrtt)
If I read it right
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
She said she wanna stay the night
(Ay, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Told that hoe "stabilize"
(Ay, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I'm with my kids tonight
(Uh, ay, ay, ay, ay, with my kids)
Told shawty "get it right"
(Yeah, ay, ay, ay, ay, let's get it)
You on me like the FBI
(Uh, uh, uh, oh yeah)
And if you had powers
(If you had powers)
What would you do?
(What would you do?)
I'd be a teleporter
(Teleporter)
Bringing in boat loads
(Bang)

MJ jump shot, let the pole off
(Swish, swish, swish)
Sounds like a Rock Band, when it go off
(Bop, bop)
White linen collar shirt, but I don't golf
(Nah)
Shit that you smoking, is when
You turn your phone sound off
I fixed my heart piece so that it tick
I just want the money, and that's it (Ah)
Bitches tryna drown me for my strength
I might give you some, and that's it
Big trees, no Christmas (Dope)
For the motherfuckin' Swish
Bop, bop, bop, that's the Glizz
Make it get to jumping, like a glare
Been had to find you, in a ditch
Thought we was eat-eat, that shit Popeye biscuits
Tools that we got, shooting nails and drill bits
Ta-da, girl I got that dope you can't resist

Something 'bout the game,
It fuck with your brain
We go out how you came,
You know all that slang

Everywhere I go,
They say I smell like pack
Rollie diamonds fat
Four door Cat, two door, fast
Count the guap fast,
Take the roof off fast,
It moves so fast
I told you, you a pro-pro,
You do it so fast
Got the Nickelodeon,
We can have a blast
Aaaah baby



Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Keith Cozart
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