Lyrics

[Intro] Hahahaha Fuck [Verse] Red or green shit I was down on my fuckin' dick, but I got back up Fuck that shit we spin, we spin out trucks Five don't give no fucks, catch him in the alley, wet him up Put ketchup on his shirt, talkin' down on Fast, we get him murked Might just fuckin' rock out, chop that boy with chopsticks Bitch, I got different guns equipped, I pop out NASA rocket Bitch, I don't even like my money neat, this green shit super sloppy Pussy boy, you havin' pape' Watch out, S5 run your pocket Bitch, I'm tired of takin' pills, let's pour seal a back Might just draw down on my partner, opp can't get his kill back I'm on different shit with you, I got like ten of me S5 Fast Gang runnin' shit, we take out enemies (I step on) Went on bad licks and bad stains, bitch, I madе it out Tapped in with another zaza plug, no more zaza drought '5'7 jump your .40 cal', gеt a nigga whacked This nigga draw down on 6'7 street, got his ass smacked Wanna slow down on these drugs, but bitch, I'm livin' fast Bitch, I thought I brought my fuckin' glizzy, pull up right in trash Too many blicks inside the spot, the spot ain't got no address Walk that lil' boy down for seven seconds, then I gotta blast (Rock out) Niggas said we ain't ran up shit, we ran up green shit On the East with lazy dough, everybody got beams, bitch How the fuck you get that your trip? I got army guns We got crazy shit inside the trenches, push up to the slums Niggas don't want smoke with Fast, I put smoke inside your lungs Heard shots and got to search for opps, I bet they was shootin' at the sun I don't even want smoke with Fast, but to be honest, them boys some bums In the slums, blowin' green shit, green shit in my lungs I bet lil' Fast don't get off ammo Know lil' Fast gon' get off ammo [Outro] Bitch (That's cap) Fuck, shit