Faster

Lyrics

[Intro] (Welcome to Get A Bag Records) [Chorus] Whippin' up the work, whippin' up the work faster (I whip it) Yola in the pot, I can make it spin backwards (I'll make it spin backwards) Pickin' up the work, pickin' up the work faster Half a brick on me, can't drive no faster (Can't drive no faster) Whippin' up the work, whippin' up the work faster (Whip) Yola in the pot, I can make it spin backwards (Make it spin) Pickin' up the work, pickin' up the work faster Half a brick on me, can't drive no faster (Can't drive no faster) [Verse] I'm so blessed, I got a bale comin' I ain't even have bail money Tell a bitch, "You made your bed, honey" (You fucked up) For the ho shit you said to me (Let's get a bag) I'm gettin' money off the sniff still BallHard, nigga comin' with the windmill You ain't never look through a Range windshield Bossed up, now my fiends bring big bills (Let's get a what?) Ringin' up my crack phone, so entertaining Finna stretch a big out like a personal trainer I ain't got the whole plan, but I know all the basics (Know all the basics) Lil' bitch fucked up, so I know she'll take us (Know she'll take us) These niggas in the circus You ain't got no money, bitch, that money counter worthless Tryna work the scale and drive, I'm swervin' Barely even know this motherfucker I'm servin', it ain't shit (It ain't shit) Got top on the floor, but it ain't head Mean it ain't no mix on it, ask the baseheads Spin a nigga block, then let the K spin He was scared, we done made a nigga play dead Clean the MAC, spoon, and my favorite pot together Want a bird on the phone, say "a thousand feathers" Ain't no degrees in my hood, just a lot of felons (Lot of felons) Ain't no cheese in your hood, whole block tellin' (These niggas rats) These niggas talkin' hands, they so box ready We gon' put more metal on you than a box Chevy Feds took Kwame phone, made me stop textin' (Stop textin') Some niggas never came back, so I stopped blessin' Big Santa, bitch, JR reindeer (I'm a boss) You don't think I'm gettin' pape', you braindead Gold Porsche they only made five hundred of You like my 'bows for real, nigga, buy a hundred of 'em [Chorus] Whippin' up the work, whippin' up the work faster (I whip it) Yola in the pot, I can make it spin backwards (I'll make it spin backwards) Pickin' up the work, pickin' up the work faster Half a brick on me, can't drive no faster (Can't drive no faster) Whippin' up the work, whippin' up the work faster (Whip) Yola in the pot, I can make it spin backwards (Make it spin) Pickin' up the work, pickin' up the work faster Half a brick on me, can't drive no faster (Can't drive no faster) Whippin' up the work, whippin' up the work faster (I whip it) Yola in the pot, I can make it spin backwards (I'll make it spin backwards) Pickin' up the work, pickin' up the work faster Half a brick on me, can't drive no faster (Can't drive no faster) Whippin' up the work, whippin' up the work faster (Whip) Yola in the pot, I can make it spin backwards (Make it spin) Pickin' up the work, pickin' up the work faster Half a brick on me, can't drive no faster (Can't drive no faster)