Fast! 2

Watch how I get rich
Fast
Walking out Chanel
Then we double back
Homie kill yo mans
Then we smoking packs
Honestly, I'm done with beef
I just wanna get them racks
No more doing drills yea
We done with that
No more doing drills yea
We done with that
No more doing drills yea
We done with that
I just popped these pills
Just to go relax
I feel like Uncle Phil
Yea I'm rich and fat
R.I.P Uncle Phil
I ain't mean no disrespect

Talking that shit on the net
Talking that shit it get bad
I know you all damn cap
You really ain't getting no bread
Your life see through like some glass
Break that shit with some led
The GLE coup outside
The Glock in the trunk in the back
I used to trap out of canes
Selling these perc's, I need my bread
Shooter's inside of the range
They never gone get what I said
I ain't gone say no names
But these rappers be going out sad
I don't even play no games
Its need for speed just to get to the racks

Watch how I get rich
Fast
Walking out Chanel
Then we double back
Homie kill yo mans
Then we smoking packs
Honestly, I'm done with beef
I just wanna get them racks
No more doing drills yea
We done with that
No more doing drills yea
We done with that
No more doing drills yea
We done with that
I just popped these pills
Just to go relax
I feel like Uncle Phil
Yea I'm rich and fat
R.I.P Uncle Phil
I ain't mean no disrespect
No more doing drills yea
We done with that
No more doing drills yea
We done with that
No more doing drills yea
We done with that
I just popped these pills
Just to go relax
I feel like Uncle Phil
Yea I'm rich and fat
R.I.P Uncle Phil
I ain't mean no disrespect



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Writer(s): Ameer Alharsha
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