HeartBreakKris - Fast Life (feat. Ess Lav) Lyrics

California
I can't force nothing na
I can Michael Kors ya
& she's tired of Georgia
California
Said she wants a Fast Life
California
Said she tired of her past life
Atlanta, Georgia
Na, it aint take a lot
I Swear I'll Michael Kors ya
You aint gotta do the shi* that I say
I can't force nothing na
Face card valid
I just question why she moves wrong
Swear her mind's a mess
& that's the reason I'm gon move on
Fast Life
That's why she wants Beverly Hills
There ain't no chill button
Shi* she might OD off the pills
Yeah, You said you tryna live that fast life
This foreign I be speeding in
Cos he can't afford the bag you want
You thought of leaving him
What you got to offer but your body?
I ain't seeing it
Mindset plain, I guess your brain
Just doesn't have no seasoning
Just cos I got some diamonds & some gold
You wanna holla now
Gang been getting busy
All that money come from all around
Got me singing now like Badgal Riri
We gon run this town
Situation getting hella sticky
Bring the toaster out
Peep it, they looks deceiving
I just wanna know a reason
To why your creeping
This one pendant got me freezing
Like im anemic
I sit back and really deep it
I'm in the deep end
Something like a
Shi* this cali got me Sleepy
But i aint no Hollow
She been tryna spit my bars
But damn i know she swallow
If i aint gon knock em down
I know my brodie got em
I'm living my own peace for life
But you don't want this problem
Yeah, I try and play it cool
But my feelings been exposed
& my heart be like December
Tell me why it's icy cold
& they know I bring the heat
Forever riding for the bro's
Who's really on vice versa shi*?
I guess I'll never know
2-tone trip, Louis V
Cos I'm too fly
I'm smoking dope to the face
& now I'm too high
They don't get it
Don't write me no love letters
I'll rip it up
Can't be saying they're tired of my flows
Cos I switch it up
Said she wants a Fast Life
California
Said she's tired of her past life
Atlanta, Georgia
Na, it aint take a lot
I Swear I'll Michael Kors ya
You aint gotta do the shi* that I say
I can't force nothing na
Face card valid
I just question why she moves wrong
Swear her mind's a mess
& that's the reason I'm gon move on
Fast Life
That's why she wants Beverly Hills
There ain't no chill button
Shi* she might OD off the pills
I got VV'S no CZ
They see my wrist, it lights the room
In the Urus, ain't holding up traffic
Na, you hear it zoom
& how they smile in my face
But they be wanting me to lose
& I be tryna keep it cool
But deep down yeah it leaves a bruise
I aint trust bitc*es, love bitc*es
It's the same thing
Presidential Rolie on my wrist
I'm still the same me
The ones who care for money & clout
I don't want no lame name
The ones who talk behind my back
How they want the same thing?
Tell me why I'd trip for a bit*h
When shi* she aint mine
Balling for the times I rode the bench
Ain't get no game time
I've got a big piece on my wrist
See how the jewels dance when they shine
They ain't ever wanna see me flex
I gotta move right with the times
They ain't know how I get to it
They just know that I do
& you think I'm with a bit*h
But I just be in the stu
I done you told one too many times
That ain't what I do naa
I ain't with the talking
I put trust in my shooter
Said she wants a Fast Life
California
Said she tired of her past life
Atlanta, Georgia
Na, it aint take a lot
I Swear I'll Michael Kors ya
You aint gotta do the shi* that I say
I can't force nothing na
Face card valid
I just question why she moves wrong
Swear her mind's a mess
& that's the reason I'm gon move on
Fast Life
That's why she wants Beverly Hills
There ain't no chill button
Shi* she might OD off the pills
Said she wants a fast life, California
Tired of her past life, Atlanta, Georgia