Fast Blues

Hahaha

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Uh, took back the Porsche, I was drivin' too fast

Got caught in Carolina, now I gotta do court

Never ever, ever break bread to be layin' in a bed with no lady who ain't part of your story

Hermès blanket with the Hermès sheets with the Hermès pillow, I'ma Hermès snore (He hasn't slept in probably, uh, seven days)

Me and Steez fire at your suite

We kickin' shit in, we kickin' your motherfuckin' door

Sleep on me back then, them folks done woke up, back then, I was poor

LeBron in my pants, I got Glock 23, I'm talkin' 'bout Michaеl Jordan

They be like, "Steez, you been duckin', why is that?"

My bad, I tеll a ho, "I got bored"

She got no interest in learnin' about my past, that chick wanna spend my money

Lil' ass deal just hit, you can bet your ass, he already spent that hundred (Ha)

Skinny-ass pants, I can't even fit my bands inside these fuckin' Purple

Skinny-ass blunt, and I'm still gettin' high as hell, 'cause this shit fuckin' purple

Fine shit, I got this bitch fine as hell, she don't need no fuckin' surgeon

Y'all boys be like, "Damn, my girl love Steez, I can't fuckin' stand him"

I keep waking up lost again and again, I need some fuckin' answers

Shit been gettin' pricy with these brands, I start to fuckin' shoplift

Everybody gettin' geeked up on these drugs, everybody fuckin' pop shit

Me and Steez done smoked too many blunts, man, inside the fuckin' cockpit

We perform this shit, we goin' crazy, get inside the fuckin' moshpit

Every fit I put on, this shit go crazy, niggas try to put on and copy

Every fit I put on, that shit look lazy, I'm still fuckin' ballin'

Took her out to eat, she ain't order that much, but she damn sure ate when we both got home

Lil' ho a ten, but she talk too much

I'm the only one ever that's told her, "No"

I know the ho was gon' come, when she brought one friend, I knew the lil' ho was gon' go

I went up, I ain't gotta have a fire in my pants, I ain't gotta post at the store

Youngin, I'm rich as hell, and my face card good in the streets, and I still get the bags for the low (Go)

This a weak-ass beat (Fye), I'ma still run this bitch, 'cause I'm still tryna work on my flow (Alright)

Semi-automatic, fully-automatic, young boy hop out, look like a pro (Grrt, grrt, grrt)

Boy swear he got it, he never had it, I don't wanna hang with you, boy, you a ho (Alright)

I'm really a bad influence, I shouldn't be hangin' with Steez (I shouldn't be hanging—)

I'm lookin' for fine shit, young buck came with LAZER and no, I ain't talkin' 'bout beams

P, you dead wrong, why you is you blowin' my phone up knowin' I'm high off the lean? (Alright)

Lil man tryna reach for the chain, I beat breaks off his ass like Rodney King.