Need for Speed
Where do I start? That boy was confident but he talked
Now he in the trunk, don't even know where I'm gonna dump
So I press the gas, now I'm going fast
Couple hunnids on the dash, if I pull up crash
See a big red flash
Chase the bag, always chase the bag
Shawt really really bad, but she say I brag
And that's a big red flag (ahhh)
Fuck that thot, (made a wop), almost made my glizzy bop
In the parking lot, I smoke a lot, Mr. Stackalot
And I whip the pot, that's how I got the fuckn drop top
Make gyal top drop, in my bogie issa opp opp
Caught a bucktee tweaking and I wonder if that is my fault
Do I need to change, the plug and whatever's in the vault
What's the point of getting money if you spеnd it all on clothes
Booking BNBs and spend the rеst tryna flex on hoes
(Wasteman, if you had sense you would invest, man)
Dazing off the lean (drank), got my phone blinging
Feens calling bout to crack, bout to hit the kitchen
Got plugged in the white, yea that shit's a living
Coming from the Cat, so you know, I'm a villain (Cat block)
Started off the pavement, so I'm used to killing (grrr)
Shit got real, the only time I'm running, when the feds kick the spot
These niggas talking on the net, till I get the drop
Press 2 and 3 for the Buckets they can't stop this
The way I'm chasing a bag, you would think I'm fuckn Sonic
Get the bag in half an hour, you can call me Magic
T house, fuck it, jumping shit, doing backflips
On her knees, she gon suck it begging for forgiveness
Hit her once, then I'm leaving, in the Bando never leave (never)
My Alcatel got tapped, yea shit getting sticky
Undies tryna get to me, but they got nothing (the Jakes)
I was broke yea, I was just a nigga stuntin
House to house, flipping, ants inside and through up in the ceiling
Whipping sizzy yea that shit look so appealing
Psycho, gonna buss a Uey, if we see the opps
Gotta give it to em, gotta give it to em
What do I do? Blizzy told me buss a fuckin U
We don't give a fuck, if we the opps we gotta shoot
So I press the gas, now I'm going fast
Couple hunnids on the dash, if I pullup crash
See a big red flash
Chase the bag, always chase the bag
Shawt really really bad, but she say I brag
And that's a big red flag
Now he in the trunk, don't even know where I'm gonna dump
So I press the gas, now I'm going fast
Couple hunnids on the dash, if I pull up crash
See a big red flash
Chase the bag, always chase the bag
Shawt really really bad, but she say I brag
And that's a big red flag (ahhh)
Fuck that thot, (made a wop), almost made my glizzy bop
In the parking lot, I smoke a lot, Mr. Stackalot
And I whip the pot, that's how I got the fuckn drop top
Make gyal top drop, in my bogie issa opp opp
Caught a bucktee tweaking and I wonder if that is my fault
Do I need to change, the plug and whatever's in the vault
What's the point of getting money if you spеnd it all on clothes
Booking BNBs and spend the rеst tryna flex on hoes
(Wasteman, if you had sense you would invest, man)
Dazing off the lean (drank), got my phone blinging
Feens calling bout to crack, bout to hit the kitchen
Got plugged in the white, yea that shit's a living
Coming from the Cat, so you know, I'm a villain (Cat block)
Started off the pavement, so I'm used to killing (grrr)
Shit got real, the only time I'm running, when the feds kick the spot
These niggas talking on the net, till I get the drop
Press 2 and 3 for the Buckets they can't stop this
The way I'm chasing a bag, you would think I'm fuckn Sonic
Get the bag in half an hour, you can call me Magic
T house, fuck it, jumping shit, doing backflips
On her knees, she gon suck it begging for forgiveness
Hit her once, then I'm leaving, in the Bando never leave (never)
My Alcatel got tapped, yea shit getting sticky
Undies tryna get to me, but they got nothing (the Jakes)
I was broke yea, I was just a nigga stuntin
House to house, flipping, ants inside and through up in the ceiling
Whipping sizzy yea that shit look so appealing
Psycho, gonna buss a Uey, if we see the opps
Gotta give it to em, gotta give it to em
What do I do? Blizzy told me buss a fuckin U
We don't give a fuck, if we the opps we gotta shoot
So I press the gas, now I'm going fast
Couple hunnids on the dash, if I pullup crash
See a big red flash
Chase the bag, always chase the bag
Shawt really really bad, but she say I brag
And that's a big red flag
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Writer(s): Lancelot Salam
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