fast (Remix) [feat. Offset & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]

KenzDean!

I'm at- I'm at Suecos, bitch!

Fast, 400 on the dash

55 bills, buck 50 for the tax on the bag

I don't really like to brag

Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out of Sak's

I'ma hit it in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin'

Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens (Hey!)

Free bro from the can I ain't talkin' whippits (Woo, woo!))

Bitch, I make beats and bad decisions

Offset, hit it!

I'ma drop the top and show her titties (Hit it)

Stars in the ceiling, wraith black, I'ma villain (Wraith)

Fuck it, stack the money up right past the millions (Fuck it!)

My flow be sick I need some penicillin

Shawty tryna fuck me for the racks (Racks, cap)

Slide on these niggas, they get whacked (Slide!)

Patek get your bitch, she on the ground tryna act (At me)

Caught her in the lost and found fuck her for a rack (Ayy)

What the deal is? (Huh?)

Don't care what the bill is (Bills)

And I take all my gang in the village (Gang)

I got real rich (Rich)

Pop the seal quick (Drink)

Board a jet, I done take your bitch on field trip

Fast, 400 on the dash

55 bills, buck 50 for the tax on the bag

I don't really like to brag

Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out of Sak's

I'ma hit in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin'

Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens

Free bro from the can I ain't talkin' whippits

Bitch, I make beats and bad decisions

You at Sueco's, get with the program

Lightskin bitch off that Lindsay Lohan

She off the dust, she off the Hillary Duff

Baby I ain't trynna cuff, I'm just trynna bust

Wait hol' up

You gotta play with my nuts, hmm

I'ma make a beat out your butt, hmm

007 James Bond

Double Oreo Stuffed

Double up my funds

She a Vixen on the cam so I grab my iPhone

She dumb with the head got me doin' a eye roll

She bad on film, gotta check out the B roll

Put my D in her V got her singin' a C note

Fast, 400 on the dash

55 bills, buck 50 for the tax on the bag

I don't really like to brag

Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out of Sak's

I'ma hit in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin'

Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens

Free bro from the can I ain't talkin' whippits

Bitch, I make beats and bad decisions

Oh word, yeah, that's big facts

Three different mansions, ain't no tellin' where I live at

Bloody red Lamborghini got me screamin' "Blat!"

And a nasty Richard Mille that be sittin' where my wrist at

We gon' slide out

I can fly your bitch out the country without you findin' out

Say she wanna be on the team, I let her try out (Yeah)

She ain't gettin' this, she playin' with her punani now

Yeah, she ain't gettin' this, she playin' with her punani now

My chain is lookin' ocky, it's water, like a tsunami now

They told me not to tote on that 40 but shit be rockin' now

They told me not to tote on that 40 but it's impossible

'Cause niggas, they be hatin', they on me so I keep a Glock or two

I'm at- I'm at Suecos, bitch!