Too Fast - Cdot Honcho

Noah in his bag, bitch

Ayy

Smackin' on your bitch ass‚ she say my car go too fast

The auto got extensions because it spit out too fast

And we smokin' eggrolls‚ that lil' shit go out too fast

He tried to run‚ he just fell on his shit, them hollows coming too fast

That bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit, I just took her down so fast

I’m walking around with thighpads‚ living like a grandad

At your door when it’s not Halloween, I’m off the gas and promethazine

Foenem’ll still shake shit like a tambourine

Open your shit like a magazine

With a magazine, you was left there with an empty magazine

Wire with that strap shoot down a limousine

Dolce sweats or Mike Amiri jeans

Ayy‚ I’m in love with that money, can’t nobody intervene

Souped up truck fly past, Aberdeen

Never tie her down if she wanna leave

That bitch, she wanna hit, tryna hit was a breeze

I’m living like a nigga finna die any minute

Therefore my niggas on every car moving

Just in case we gotta let it ride any minute

And my kicks size forty-three, they all European

I’m into black hoes, mixed, and Puerto Ricans

I’m high as the top of the building

Hit her, left her at the Hilton

I ball, see me on the Wilson

Matter fact, catch this ho filmin'

Every VV on me shining

Stop talking, you ain’t sliding

I don’t drive it, I be flying

You couldn’t see it, you too behind

Took your ho and fucked her mind

Sent her off, ain’t waste no time

Smackin' on your bitch ass, she say my car go too fast

The auto got extensions because it spit out too fast

And we smokin' eggrolls, that lil' shit go out too fast

He tried to run, he just fell on his shit, them hollows coming too fast

That bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit, I just took her down so fast

I’m walking around with thighpads, living like a grandad

At your door when it’s not Halloween, I’m off the gas and promethazine

Foenem’ll still shake shit like a tambourine

Open your shit like a magazine

Ayy, I’m focused, dummy

All for that money, you runnin' from it

She want this dick but runnin' from it

We got blicks, no running from it

5.56's coming from it

I’m smoking on dubs

Try me, your homie gon' be in my lungs

We finna roll his ass up in a blunt, huh

Oh well, your family sending farewell

She said, «I heard of you, Huncho, you did my friend bogus»

She knowin' me so well

She know I ain’t shit, don’t change shit

At the end of the day, I’m gon' live

She on my dick tryna see for herself

Her nigga want smoke, better slide by hisself, ayy

Smackin' on your bitch ass, she say my car go too fast

The auto got extensions because it spit out too fast

And we smokin' eggrolls, that lil' shit go out too fast

He tried to run, he just fell on his shit, them hollows coming too fast

That bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit, I just took her down so fast

I’m walking around with thighpads, living like a grandad

At your door when it’s not Halloween, I’m off the gas and promethazine

Foenem’ll still shake shit like a tambourine

Open your shit like a magazine