paroles de chanson fast (Remix) [feat. Offset & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie] - Offset , A Boogie wit da Hoodie , Sueco the Child
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!
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