Songtexte Too Fast! - Youngboykline

Youngboy living too fast
Riding hard hope the wheels don't crash
Over top I might dunk on a nigga got slashed
Running off like Vic Vic Vic no pass
Cutta too slick slick Rick no mask
Playing games with em tic tic tic no tac
I gotta be blunt Kline got blicks all black
Turn you up into a knick knick knick knick nack

Taking right over like an invasion
I'm the kingdom of all I am a creation
In a whole nother parallel like the matrix
Get my thoughts off the liquor heart get to racing
Might just pop out the sprinter cause I got thoughts on my inner you wanna live and do better I give em tastings
I can do this in winter and I can eat like it's dinner she see me rocking the denims and get to facing
Like are you serious
Fuck yea I gotta tell em that serious
On a spree my enemies got me furious
Cheerio I tell em see you later while I'm cheering it
I'm hysterical
Funny guy
Mysterious
No Kawhi but I sauce it with experience
Gotta show it for all of the others inexperienced
Coming for my character go avatar we spearing it
But I ain't fearing shit
I ain't fearing nun
I don't even really think about if he be hustling
Dick riders hella fuckers they be Peter munching
Got me acting violent so I tell him that's it he I'm punching
Okay yea yea
Yea it's he I'm punching
Comme de garçon just for my feet so ain't no need for running
Money come in C and I we love it yea the green we hunting
2 million up like peezy I can't even see a hunnid
But I keep it hunnid

Youngboy living too fast
Riding hard hope the wheels don't crash
Over top I might dunk on a nigga got slashed
Running off like Vic Vic Vic no pass
Cutta too slick slick Rick no mask
Playing games with em tic tic tic no tac
I gotta be blunt Kline got blicks all black
Turn you up into a knick knick knick knick nack

Are you feeling it
Hop on the beat and I'm killing it
And I'm higher than the ceiling is
Cause I'm all up in my feelings man
Aye, run up and I hit you with the Jackie Chan
Throw dirt on you niggas like sandman
And I'm posted with my clan man
Blues in the rubber bands
And I pull up in the benz
Five percent on a tint
Five bands on the rims
Big booty bitches just like Kim
And I'm sliding to the gym
Yuh, I'm him
And I like my bitches slim put it in her mouth and I put it on her chin
I'm mysterical
Hop on the beat and I'm lyrical
And I'm getting to the M like a miracle
And these traits they inheritable
Eat up on the beat like a cannibal
Slurping that coochie like a Danimal
Yea, ass in my hand like a handful
Baby light a candle

Youngboy living too fast
Riding hard hope the wheels don't crash
Over top I might dunk on a nigga got slashed
Running off like Vic Vic Vic no pass
Cutta too slick slick Rick no mask
Playing games with em tic tic tic no tac
I gotta be blunt Kline got blicks all black
Turn you up into a knick knick knick knick nack