Faster

She said "I wanna live faster, faster" And it's gettin' on my last nerve But I love a good girl with bad curves So I hit the break, hit the gas, swerve And for the record, I damn near wrecked that shit Never had the road get wet that quick Fuckin' on the hood, we gon' dent that shit And I don't think insurance'll protect that shit I'm off o' thirty milligram, I pop it like a Skittle I know that's a lot but I feel like it's a little Red solo, drinkin' by my individual When I'm real high she be somewhere in the middle Always in the right place at the wrong time On vine she a light weight of a red wine When I see her out she follow me all night Wake up in the morning and follow me online In the real life she do what she wanna do Got the same feeling she did when she twenty two Twenty eight now the titties are fake now She live in LA heard that she fuckin' with Drake now That's crazy, I had to give you the breakdown That's what the bitch had been up to I had to give you the update, and give it a upgrade I had to give you the Part two, when it go like Okay what you wan' say Know you into game's I don't really wanna play Know you think I changed but you ever been the same And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay But can you blame me They want to play me I want a million They want a baby I've been tryna deal with this shit I'm going crazy This life gon' kill me nobody gonna save me She said "I wanna live faster, faster" And it's gettin' on my last nerve First off she just gotta have the last word And that bitch knows all of my passwords She let a hundred K followers gas her And now there's only one way to attract her And that's Hollywood actors, prolly hood rappers NBA cats from the Lakers or Raptors Twenty five I didn't get the Aston It's a good thing it didn't happen Only way to stop me was to crash it That's a two hundred fifty thousand dollar casket Back then she was a distraction She would send a text with attachment I was tryna focus on the bigger pic While that little bitch tryna come up with a caption Now she in a mag and they askin' the questions About the fun facts and the past with the exes "Never date a rapper if that's a suggestion" It sound a little passive aggressive Why you so mad and defensive? 'Cause I didn't give you half my attention You know if we lacked a connection that I don't text back But if you wanna pass on a message it go like Okay what you wan' say Know you into game's I don't really wanna play Know you think I changed but you ever been the same And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay But can you blame me They want to play me I want a million They want a baby I've been tryna deal with this shit I'm going crazy This life gon' kill me nobody gonna save me In the summer ninety nine degrees I want the bus down rolly, want time to freeze I'm too high and her class too high for me It's like ninety five dollars for the wine and cheese She all fucked up tryna give advice to me About life and a wife and designer jeans I've been feelin' myself yeah I'm fillin' myself Like a drunk muh'fucker tryna find my keys, ayy Get stoned hit the stage, rock it Pill outta pocket and pop it Told you I'm a laid back dude you can tell by my posture That kind to set up shop and have shots with imposters Shrimp, pasta, cranberry vodka Five bad hoes bring 'em all to the casa Space Jam Jordan's but they tell me I'm a monster And you ain't on my team no more check the roster Okay what you wan' say Know you into game's I don't really wanna play Know you think I changed but you ever been the same And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay But can you blame me They want to play me I want a million They want a baby I've been tryna deal with this shit I'm going crazy This life gon' kill me nobody gonna save me This my, this my shit Oh tell her you're not my bitch (you're not my bitch) This my, this my shit Oh tell her get off my dick (get off my dick) Digi dash, nitro gas, time is passing Quick quick quick quick I just want tonight to last Life go fast it tick tick tick tick