Too Fast

Ayy, I like fast cars, 200 on the dash, or i aint drivin' it
They crash cars, it's rent it anyway, them boys ain't buyin' it

How you let a nigga with no pape try to advise you shit
Go ahead and work that 9-to-5 while they providin' it
Ayy, nigga, this shit is easy for me
Got a girl at home, so I told her, I don't need a shorty

How you say you outside, but you be with Cory
I keep the heat, I dropped Haslem I don't need a 40
Ayy, everybody wanna terrorize
Niggas can't move when you catch em in a pair of lies

You ever had to share your dinner with a pair of spies
Feel like Jaaybo, cause these gloves ain't to sterilize
Ayy, I sing the same song
Everybody wanna bang out here, but they bang wrong

I was waitin' for the load, like the game on
Niggas Riskin chains to get paid and put them chains on, that's crazy

Yeah, yeah
I could be dead by tomorrow, nigga

So I gotta keep it on me
Streets destroy relationships, I hate to fall out with my homies
Made me a promise, you can't take back what you told me
Keepin' it closely, I can't let em close my casket

My brother said he tryna slide, I hopped in load without heem maskin
Love will turn to a distraction, make you fumble like it's madden
Get in my feelings, I roll Jay inside a wood and I don't pass it
What we on, nigga? Y'all can try to say that I ain't spinnin' at the moment

But we ain't finna sit here and act like Jaaybo never smoked niggas
I left him long livin', got the pop in it at the lips, now it's done missin
Gzzz, yeah, the hood inside me like my heart
Was walkin' niggas down on feet I couldn't spin without a car

I make this money on my own, but I'm gon' treat it like it's ours
I can't believe my section turned me to a star, yeah
Girl, tell me what I got to prove
I was workin' every day, now I don't need nothin' to prove



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Writer(s): Markell Johnson
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