Too Slow
Need the speed
Jus wait til It drop
I sweep the streets
Look at your bitch she wanna ride I give her the key
Loesoe going crazy
Woah
They going too slow
Gotta pick up the speed
Just wait til I drop yeah I'm bout to sweep the streets
Getting top while I head to the top Oooo I got your bitch on her knees
I got the pills the crazy formula just tell me what need
You can tell in the chorus we was the poorest I slid out a forest
They thought we was done they didn't want to help they tried to abort me
No more looking for it checking my wrist my shit is water
Can't fuck on my bitch no more her price done changed from a forty
Went and got a new fort
Now I'm lit like a new torch
Stick me with a new fork Mmm
I ain't done yet
I'm geeking like a school dork
Killers looking for new work
Smoke you like a Newport Ooo
Oooooo
I'm in my bag
You better get in your bag
Girl you gotta move a lil fast
You might gotta shake a lil ass
See I had to go sell a lil stuff
Only thing matter I ain't give up
I was the last one on the block
Nigga tried to leave me stuck uh
But I still went up like suicide doors
Still keep that forty tucked just in case they try to score
I got realness all in me this shit coming through my pores
Throw the money up we celebrate cause we were poor
They going too slow
Gotta pick up the speed
Just wait til I drop yeah I'm bout to sweep the streets
Getting top while I head to the top Oooo I got your bitch on her knees
I got the pills the crazy formula just tell me what need
You can tell in the chorus we was the poorest I slid out a forest
They thought we was done they didn't want to help they tried to abort me
No more looking for it checking my wrist my shit is water
Can't fuck on my bitch no more her price done changed from a forty
Now we got a lot of forty's
We can fuck a lot of shorties
James Bond I'm on a mission these nigga's cannot abort me
Just save ya song
Telling these rappers they cannot afford me
In a coupe with your boo and it's sporty
She getting lit
I might let her torch me
Was trapping on Cleveland I ain't have no choices
Them boys going vegan we cooking the beef
Watch when I drop how I heat up the streets
I'm getting a lot gotta watch what I eat
I'm on a new level I'm switching the speed
Penthouse floor got your bitch on her knees
My weed too strong make my chest wanna leave
They know who we are that's who they wanna be
I get love in the hood yea they singing this shit
My diamonds water these hoes thirsty they tryna drink up my wrist
Thought I was dead I emerged walking out of the mist
It's your time to shine if you miss your ride then that's it
They going too slow
Gotta pick up the speed
Just wait til I drop
Yeah I'm bout to sweep the streets
Getting top while I head to the top Oooo I got your bitch on her knees
I got the pills the crazy formula just tell me what need
You can tell in the chorus we was the poorest I slid out a forest
They thought we was done they didn't want to help they tried to abort me
No more looking for it
Checking my wrist my shit is water
Can't fuck on my bitch no more her price done changed from a forty
Jus wait til It drop
I sweep the streets
Look at your bitch she wanna ride I give her the key
Loesoe going crazy
Woah
They going too slow
Gotta pick up the speed
Just wait til I drop yeah I'm bout to sweep the streets
Getting top while I head to the top Oooo I got your bitch on her knees
I got the pills the crazy formula just tell me what need
You can tell in the chorus we was the poorest I slid out a forest
They thought we was done they didn't want to help they tried to abort me
No more looking for it checking my wrist my shit is water
Can't fuck on my bitch no more her price done changed from a forty
Went and got a new fort
Now I'm lit like a new torch
Stick me with a new fork Mmm
I ain't done yet
I'm geeking like a school dork
Killers looking for new work
Smoke you like a Newport Ooo
Oooooo
I'm in my bag
You better get in your bag
Girl you gotta move a lil fast
You might gotta shake a lil ass
See I had to go sell a lil stuff
Only thing matter I ain't give up
I was the last one on the block
Nigga tried to leave me stuck uh
But I still went up like suicide doors
Still keep that forty tucked just in case they try to score
I got realness all in me this shit coming through my pores
Throw the money up we celebrate cause we were poor
They going too slow
Gotta pick up the speed
Just wait til I drop yeah I'm bout to sweep the streets
Getting top while I head to the top Oooo I got your bitch on her knees
I got the pills the crazy formula just tell me what need
You can tell in the chorus we was the poorest I slid out a forest
They thought we was done they didn't want to help they tried to abort me
No more looking for it checking my wrist my shit is water
Can't fuck on my bitch no more her price done changed from a forty
Now we got a lot of forty's
We can fuck a lot of shorties
James Bond I'm on a mission these nigga's cannot abort me
Just save ya song
Telling these rappers they cannot afford me
In a coupe with your boo and it's sporty
She getting lit
I might let her torch me
Was trapping on Cleveland I ain't have no choices
Them boys going vegan we cooking the beef
Watch when I drop how I heat up the streets
I'm getting a lot gotta watch what I eat
I'm on a new level I'm switching the speed
Penthouse floor got your bitch on her knees
My weed too strong make my chest wanna leave
They know who we are that's who they wanna be
I get love in the hood yea they singing this shit
My diamonds water these hoes thirsty they tryna drink up my wrist
Thought I was dead I emerged walking out of the mist
It's your time to shine if you miss your ride then that's it
They going too slow
Gotta pick up the speed
Just wait til I drop
Yeah I'm bout to sweep the streets
Getting top while I head to the top Oooo I got your bitch on her knees
I got the pills the crazy formula just tell me what need
You can tell in the chorus we was the poorest I slid out a forest
They thought we was done they didn't want to help they tried to abort me
No more looking for it
Checking my wrist my shit is water
Can't fuck on my bitch no more her price done changed from a forty
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Writer(s): John Lattimore
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