Fast on his Feet ft. 18st Zah & TCE Chris Lyrics

That youngin' fast on his feet, so when we catch him we gon hit his head

Never talk about the violence you know I ain't going fed

Riding with my nigga and he got one in the head

Run up on me wrong, I'll do you wrong and put your ass to bed

Im smoking gas they think Im Japanese

You touch my chains, you gon get clapped for these

I hit up Mars Express and grab the weed

Then had this spanish bitch all on her knees

She screaming baby please, no don't you leave

Can't love no bitch the only love I got is for the streets

The trenches love me, Im in Miami with the fucking heat

Like why you gas your loyalty and then leave me on E

He was just alive, so alive, now he not alive

I just got a call from lil bro and he gave me a nod

Murder man, put that mask on everybody sliding

Hopping out that V, get to banging like Ja Ja

Had to cut some of my homies off, them niggas started acting funny

When everybody see you going up they gon ask you for money

Slide or provide for the guys, why you moving dummy

Fuck it though, we in this beef shit for life

When I catch one of them three niggas, on bro I'll take a life

We been hopping out them cars, tryna bend like every night

Every time we catch a opp, we leave 'em stuck right at the light

Couldn't stop bro from going fed, so I gave up

I need a promotion, I ain't in to taking pay cuts

Niggas throwing shots and them shots ain't even graze us

Ima throw this 6-1 up cause I'll die for it

How thats your homie, you ain't even go and slide for him

You was just my homie now you going switching sides

Fell in love with drugs yeah I love getting high

D-I-E for my block, real shit I'll slide

My uncle booked so every chance Im gon push five

You make the wave and everybody yeah, you ain't gon ride

That bitch she fucked my mans, and I seen that no Kai

Every track I hop on, Iraq, I bomb

Niggas internet thugs but bitch made in real life

Fuck this lightskin jawn, she bad as shit like Ice Spice

Doctor said that he in critical, he ain't dead so why fight

Why fight

That youngin' fast on his feet, so when we catch him we gon hit his head

Never talk about the violence you know I ain't going fed

Riding with my nigga and he got one in the head

Run up on me wrong, I'll do you wrong and put your ass to bed

Im smoking gas they think Im Japanese

You touch my chains, you gon get clapped for these

I hit up Mars Express and grab the weed

Then had this spanish bitch all on her knees