Fast Bands

Pop out the crib like batman
Blowin 'em up I got bombs like afghan
These niggas garbage can't bump to a trash can
Pop me a pill n turn to a mad man
Cut you off no such thing as a last chance
I'm thumbing n' thumbing I got them fast hands
Up it n blow ain't using these fast hands
Slow money cool but I like them fast bands

Slow money cool but I need it faster
Fuck my dad hell yea i'ma bastard
Hoes get it too ain't nun to blast her
Send anyone to the master
Send anyone to the
Got these hoes shaken they pudding
I do shit that you wouldn't
I ain't the rock smell what I'm cooking
They lookin' at me so I'ma keep looking
Do it B.I.G but I ain't from Brooklyn
Nosey hoes tryna take a sniff
Bet you regret when you take a whiff
This that shit make you jump off a cliff
Told her to choose one Uber or Lyft
Sending her back her boyfriend was worried
Seen hella hoes do they nigga dirty
Wake up get this money yea bright n early
I was getting this money you was getting swirly's
High as fuck catch me with the birdies
One pipe but I got like four 30s
I'll never wear another nigga jersey
In my timb's i'm getting sturdy
Above the rim feeling like curry
Gotta jamacan hoe who whip up the curry
When it come to this gwap i'm in a hurry
Niggas be sweet yea McFlurry
Rollin a blunt consuming a percy
Designer drugs naw this ain't dirt cheap
Type of shit that'll be gone in the first week

Pop out the crib like batman
Blowin em up I got bombs like afghan
These niggas garbage can't bump to a trash can
Pop me a pill n turn to a mad man
Cut you off no such thing as a last chance
I'm thumbing n thumbing I got them fast hands
Up it n blow ain't using these fast hands
Slow money cool but I like them fast bands



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Writer(s): Pedro Cartwright
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