Faster (feat. D$upreme)
I'm going faster, homie gon blast ya, Run it up like a track, yeah, yeah, yeah
I gotta get it i mean it i'm gone, cant talk i got feta cheese all on the phone
Can't feel the energy I'm goin long, don't get me wrong, yeah
I gotta get it, I mean it, I'm gone, can't talk i got feta cheese all on the phone
Can't feel the energy, I'm going long, bad hoes in the hotel be singing my song
I got a space coupe to take off to mars, in high school I'm wishin i woulda tried hard
But I'm going faster, homie gon blast ya run it up like a track yea
Diamonds attack, yeah, hit from the back, yeah Always keep it a rack, yeah
What are you doing to me? I count the blue and the green
Always moving with my team, crack the seal and we pourin codeine
I gotta run it while i have the chance, solid white gold and the diamonds they dance
I got a good one but these bitches bland Your love is fake, you can't roll with the band
But I'm going faster, homie gon blast ya run it up like a track, yeah, yeah
Diamonds attack, yeah, hit from the back, yeah Always keep it a rack, yeah
Get to them racks, yeah, that's what I'm gone do Told shorty she old news
Balling on you like I'm A.I. in 02 I just do what I'm supposed to
Yeah, she get wet when I talk on the speaker I got two phones, she hit me on my beeper
Young D Supreme, I pull up wit my heater My diamonds they Icy, busting out the freezer
Bitch, I'm with Jake and we toting them Drakes Feel like I'm Lizzo, I'm pushing this weight
Lambo truck pulled up on skates Feel like I'm gunna got sold out dates
savin these hoes, boy, you need a cape Be tough on the net, that's yellow tape
She say I ball like Mellow, wade Amiri Jean's pockets filled with the cake
Get to the guap, but you did it again Kick the bitch off, thought I'm hitting her friend
Left wrist, look like Ben 10 Stick to myself, I don't fall in no trends
I got a banana clip, it extends She was amazed how much money I spend
I hop out the Urus, I hop in the Benz I'm looking at life through a Cartier lens
I don't got friends, but bitch, I got bands I call up my shooter, he blow like a fan
Look, look at my pants, I went to Japan Ain't popping no Xans, I'm popping your mans
Bitch, I be balling, you sitting in stands No, I ain't stalling, that check in advance
That money keep calling, I'm doing my dance hit That bitch from the back and she was in a trance
Damn
I gotta get it i mean it i'm gone, cant talk i got feta cheese all on the phone
Can't feel the energy I'm goin long, don't get me wrong, yeah
I gotta get it, I mean it, I'm gone, can't talk i got feta cheese all on the phone
Can't feel the energy, I'm going long, bad hoes in the hotel be singing my song
I got a space coupe to take off to mars, in high school I'm wishin i woulda tried hard
But I'm going faster, homie gon blast ya run it up like a track yea
Diamonds attack, yeah, hit from the back, yeah Always keep it a rack, yeah
What are you doing to me? I count the blue and the green
Always moving with my team, crack the seal and we pourin codeine
I gotta run it while i have the chance, solid white gold and the diamonds they dance
I got a good one but these bitches bland Your love is fake, you can't roll with the band
But I'm going faster, homie gon blast ya run it up like a track, yeah, yeah
Diamonds attack, yeah, hit from the back, yeah Always keep it a rack, yeah
Get to them racks, yeah, that's what I'm gone do Told shorty she old news
Balling on you like I'm A.I. in 02 I just do what I'm supposed to
Yeah, she get wet when I talk on the speaker I got two phones, she hit me on my beeper
Young D Supreme, I pull up wit my heater My diamonds they Icy, busting out the freezer
Bitch, I'm with Jake and we toting them Drakes Feel like I'm Lizzo, I'm pushing this weight
Lambo truck pulled up on skates Feel like I'm gunna got sold out dates
savin these hoes, boy, you need a cape Be tough on the net, that's yellow tape
She say I ball like Mellow, wade Amiri Jean's pockets filled with the cake
Get to the guap, but you did it again Kick the bitch off, thought I'm hitting her friend
Left wrist, look like Ben 10 Stick to myself, I don't fall in no trends
I got a banana clip, it extends She was amazed how much money I spend
I hop out the Urus, I hop in the Benz I'm looking at life through a Cartier lens
I don't got friends, but bitch, I got bands I call up my shooter, he blow like a fan
Look, look at my pants, I went to Japan Ain't popping no Xans, I'm popping your mans
Bitch, I be balling, you sitting in stands No, I ain't stalling, that check in advance
That money keep calling, I'm doing my dance hit That bitch from the back and she was in a trance
Damn
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Writer(s): Derek Granger
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