Fast!

Run up a bag, got cash in the back
Rolling with team, and we pulling up fast
I left up your level, cause’ that’s in the past
You sent me your mix tape, that shit really trash
Run up a bag, got cash in the back
Rolling with team, and we pulling up fast
I left up your level, cause’ that’s in the past
You sent me your mix tape, that shit really trash
Hop on my wave
(uh, uh)
Knew I was played
Yeah
Knew from the start that you was a fake
Bands in my jeans that they all wanna’ take
Hop out the whip, I call it a vehicle
Fuck all that shit, cause shit ain’t be meaningful
Go to the top, we thinking stratеgical
Watching your moves, but you is not readable
2 sеater whip, I can’t even drive
Stay in your lane, don’t be telling no lie
Flexing so hard, I don’t even try
Crossin’ me once, I got two pairs of eyes
Riding the waves, I freeze them all up
Straight on the wrist, hundred K for a cut
“My time will come soon,” say Bimpin’s got luck
Told them my story, and they don’t give a fuck
Rolling off the roof, I’m trippin’
Ice into water, I’m drippin’
Dreaming for the days, where I’m balling for the game, like Pippen
Fuck the plan, I’m Bimpin
Run up a bag, got cash in the back
Rolling with team, and we pulling up fast
I left up your level, cause’ that’s in the past
You sent me your mix tape, that shit really trash
Run up a bag, got cash in the back
Rolling with team, and we pulling up fast
I left up your level, cause’ that’s in the past
You sent me your mix tape, that shit really trash
Stay on my feet, after defeat
Switching the signal, control-alt-delete
Say that I’m off, I stay on that beat
Getting my money, then I go and repeat
Call me a name, call me a psycho
Life go around, life be a cycle
Rap is the text, while you be the typo
You said I’m wrong, but I know I be right though
Start with me
B be on blast, so you know you won’t start with me
Yelling my name, so you don’t want a part of me
Yeah, don’t you act smart with me
Run up a bag, got cash in the back
Rolling with team, and we pulling up fast
I left up your level, cause’ that’s in the past
You sent me your mix tape, that shit really trash
Run up a bag, got cash in the back
Rolling with team, and we pulling up fast
I left up your level, cause’ that’s in the past
You sent me your mix tape, that shit really trash