Too Fast! ft. Br33zy Lyrics

Wake Up Clout!

Wake Up Clout!

Wake Up Clout!

Wake Up Clout!

Wake Up!

Speed in a coupe go way too fast aye (yeah, yeah)

I been stacking up on mother fucking cash aye (yeah, yeah)

I'm in first place I ain't never in last aye (yeah, yeah)

When I hop out choppa go on blast aye (yeah, yeah)

Rolling up and down the trap

All you fucking talk is cap

Diamonds on me Thanos snap

Talking down getting clapped

Tired hearing this n that

Couple bands that's a rack

Couple bands that's a wrap

Play with me you getting slapped

Run up you gone die die, send him to the sky, sky

Smoking imma fly fly, come and get your high, high

Bitches text me hi, hi, slide out I go bye, bye

Red all in my eye, eye, dark out we go slide, slide

Count a couple bands gotta save em for the next week

Drive off with the smoke they don't wanna fucking test me

Honestly I've been fuckin' on you n your bestie

Never pay for shit, she still wanna fucking text me

Woah

I've been right up in my zone (uh)

Switching flows like clothes (yeah)

I got too much time but never spend it on a hoe (uh)

Get your man a napkin when we done wiping his nose (yeah, huh)

Speed in a coupe go way too fast aye (yeah, yeah)

I been stacking up on mother fucking cash aye (yeah, yeah)

I'm in first place I ain't never in last aye (yeah, yeah)

When I hop out choppa go on blast aye (yeah, yeah)

Rolling up and down the trap

All you fucking talk is cap

Diamonds on me Thanos snap

Talking down getting clapped

Tired hearing this n that

Couple bands that's a rack

Couple bands that's a wrap

Play with me you getting slapped

Play wit me you gettin slapped, pour up a 4 that ain't cap

Getting money that's a wrap, we ain't doing this and that

Pussy boy stop holding back, foreign cars up in the trap

Pulling up to your crib better know we break your ribs

Bitch stop playing with the kid

I was talking while you hid (uh huh)

I ain't fucking wit that shit, Br33ze and Clout like fuck that bitch

Finna crash this in the ditch, we not with that dirty bitch

Bitch stop talking suck the dick, no time for talk on paper shit

In my bag I get it quick, sliming shit like Morty, Rick (Slatt)

Get lit up you like a bic, light you up you like a wick

Yeah I hit you with the blick, yeah I hit you with the stick

Got a blonde bitch yeah she thick

Like Carti I don't do that shit (Slatt)

Speed in a coupe go way too fast aye (yeah, yeah)

I been stacking up on mother fucking cash aye (yeah, yeah)

I'm in first place I ain't never in last aye (yeah, yeah)

When I hop out choppa go on blast aye (yeah, yeah)

Rolling up and down the trap

All you fucking talk is cap

Diamonds on me Thanos snap

Talking down getting clapped

Tired hearing this n that

Couple bands that's a rack

Couple bands that's a wrap

Play with me you getting slapped