dstr$ & Bdr!ppyy - WAY2FAST Lyrics

We love you chase
Goin' so fast on the freeway
Bitches in my dm's Ima send em' to the sky
I got money in my pockets and she looking with her eyes like whats up
Let's go, in the whip for a ride
Two bullets in the clip, two clips in the bag
You don't wanna be exclusive bitch that's cap
Talk so much shit i'm pullin' up without a strap
But ima bring a smithing wesson just to hit a double tap
Keep posting this shit bout' me you gone feel a .40
Hit em' down into the never lands just like it's Rick and Morty
Got a clip to empty out, then i'm rizzin' up your shorty
Put it up inside her mouth, now she gagging on the ugh
Man i'm sorry hoe, that I couldn't be, your Romeo
Bitch you don't know me though
Married to the money I don't care about a normal hoe
I got blue strips, big bands, all this cookie dough
Icey wrist and my necks all frozen
Text your bitch now she with my hoes and
Go straight up, to the top
Pussy you should know that I been fresh
Cuz I ain't a f*cking rookie
I-I-I-Icey wrist and my necks all frozen
Text your bitch now she with my hoes and
Go straight up, to the top
Pussy you should know that I been fresh
Cuz I ain't a f*cking rookie
I can go down, have you flashing like a picture
Re-arrange your guts, got your organs playing twister
We can talk about life I break it down, like it's swisher
I can hit you when I want, but i'm sorry I can't kiss you
Cause i'm getting to this money yeah I got a lil fame
They be calling me a zombie cuz bitch I want some brain
Had to level up
Had to switch up with the lanes
Sparkling water, diamonds sparkle on the chain so
Turn the lights on and pour the dranks up
Got a bad lil' shawty who don't need no make up
Call of duty on these lames, I just get my rank up
I be doing what I want, and it run my bank up
Dummy bitch, you a funny bitch
Yeah, Please don't hit my phone if it ain't bout money bitch
I be counting up in hunnids hit you with a hunnid clip
Feelin' like a gymnast how I make that money flip
Oh drippy, not again