Lyrics 3 Pointer - Fast Pace TGG

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200 on feet in the field these warm up cletes
Bad bitch in her bag always ready to give it up like a donors fee
My life and whip super fast can you keep up please
Og addict just blew yo whole jewelery collection
You niggas ain't popping winning tags
Please quit the flexing
Bitch my flow always killing like a bioweapon
How you stomp down but steady half stepping mmm
If you ask me there's never been a plan b
I just wanna be filmed doing the right thing spike lee
S1 diamonds in the black face next level is the vvs
Forever royal designer fashion
she wanna hunnit dollar tee please
I ain't playing no mo
King ent for the score
You never helped me when I was po
Now I got doe you was there the most
I'm stepping on the gas 200 on the dash
Damn near give you whip lash
I'm all about the bag
Really kicking niggas ass
Telling if you ain't first you always last
To my niggas in pen Come home fast
I'm tryna get by the case load you ain't never did a sleeve hoe
Big brazy ball me Steve o
Belt farragamo I ain't cuffin no hoe
This is a real player life just okay yo role
Gold flashing on my belt wrist and neck
Since a rookie playing vets
They tryna cage my whole team put my dogs in the vet
I'm go die by my respect
Chasing lavish living my old life crash down 911 building
Really standing on clouds
You just entering buildings
While you worrying how I got started
I'm watching you be finished