So Fast

[Produced by Jack Omari]

[Intro: Boi Mystery]
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Boi Mystery]
New G-Wagon and it way faster than eighty (skrrt skrrt)
Shorty from Atlanta and she say her name is Sadie (say her name is Sadie)
Say I’m motivated they all callin' me crazy (call me crazy)
Countin' money slow these hundreds now they getting lazy (getting lazy)
Count it up
Mystery came for the bucks (yeah, yeah)
That’s so tough
Roll up on you like wassup (pow pow)
Go so fast
Hand her the bands and she stackin' (uh uh)
Trust no man
You never catching me lackin' (uh uh)

[Verse 1: Boi Mystery]
I hit her once and I pass to the gang
Diamonds are icy they all on my chain (yeah)
They tryna spite me they going insane (yeah)
We don’t do Nike 3 stripes on you lames (yeah)
Your music garbage you cannot pretend (yeah)
She ain’t a heartache to me she a ten (yeah)
Blastin' the London on top of Big Ben (what)
Spicy like onion don’t rock with the stench (yeah, what)
Ah, yeah, and you know I’m 'bout to take off
In the Rari man I light up till my face off
All my babies tryna text me for a taste, ah
And you know I had to hit 'em with an 8 ball (yeah, yeah)
Hands out the sunroof (ah)
Shorty get hit with the one two (ah)
Try to take my gusla Im'a punch you (ah)
Someone blowing up I got a hunch who (ah)
Louis duffel bag yeah, I got swag (ah)
I just modeled YSL in Paris got jet lag, yeah (ah)
Off-White tag (ah)
Hit her with that mag (ah)
Sliding down your block my hollow tips gon' make you gag, yeah

[Chorus: Boi Mystery]
New G-Wagon and it way faster than eighty
Shorty from Atlanta and she say her name is Sadie
Say I’m motivated they all callin' me crazy
Countin' money slow these hundreds now they getting lazy
Count it up
Mystery came for the bucks
That’s so tough
Roll up on you like wassup
Go so fast
Hand her the bands and she stackin' (ah, yeah)
Trust no man
You never catching me lackin'

[Verse 2: Boi Mystery]
Ski masks for my bros, yeah
I can’t trust these hoes, yeah
I spend all my money on designer clothes and smoke, yeah
Faygo
Briefcase with bankroll, yeah
Throw it in the Lambo truck turn off the radio
Do not step to me if you ain’t lookin for a fight, yeah
30k up on your head my shooters slide tonight, yeah
Wind up gettin smoked because you hating out of spite, yeah
Ask me if I’m traumatized I told her I’m alright, yeah
I'm fuckin' bitches and pourin' up all of this lean and it’s making me slow
I'm hittin' licks and I’m pulling up all on the scene and they scream at my show
This isn’t Christmas I’m buying the Gucci and Louis and hitting your hoe
This is legitimate, I’m rollin' up, got a baggie that’s ready to blow
You don’t want war with us
Isn't that Mystery, notorious
Diamonds, my jewelry is glorious
Championship, we victorious
Pour it up
I told the that shorty to just pour it up
Sippin' I probably had forty cups
I’m in the cut with like forty sluts
Hop off a jet
I might just go to the west
No disrespect
I hit your girl with a text
Got a double cup on my side sippin' lean
Pull up in that fucking phantom and I’m lookin' mean

[Chorus: Boi Mystery]
New G-Wagon and it way faster than eighty
Shorty from Atlanta and she say her name is Sadie
Say I’m motivated they all callin' me crazy
Countin' money slow these hundreds now they getting lazy
Count it up
Mystery came for the bucks
That’s so tough
Roll up on you like wassup
Go so fast
Hand her the bands and she stackin'
Trust no man
You never catching me lackin' (lackin')