fast (Remix) [feat. Offset & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]

KenzDean! I'm at- I'm at Suecos, bitch! Fast, 400 on the dash 55 bills, buck 50 for the tax on the bag I don't really like to brag Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out of Sak's I'ma hit it in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin' Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens (Hey!) Free bro from the can I ain't talkin' whippits (Woo, woo!)) Bitch, I make beats and bad decisions Offset, hit it! I'ma drop the top and show her titties (Hit it) Stars in the ceiling, wraith black, I'ma villain (Wraith) Fuck it, stack the money up right past the millions (Fuck it!) My flow be sick I need some penicillin Shawty tryna fuck me for the racks (Racks, cap) Slide on these niggas, they get whacked (Slide!) Patek get your bitch, she on the ground tryna act (At me) Caught her in the lost and found fuck her for a rack (Ayy) What the deal is? (Huh?) Don't care what the bill is (Bills) And I take all my gang in the village (Gang) I got real rich (Rich) Pop the seal quick (Drink) Board a jet, I done take your bitch on field trip Fast, 400 on the dash 55 bills, buck 50 for the tax on the bag I don't really like to brag Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out of Sak's I'ma hit in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin' Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens Free bro from the can I ain't talkin' whippits Bitch, I make beats and bad decisions You at Sueco's, get with the program Lightskin bitch off that Lindsay Lohan She off the dust, she off the Hillary Duff Baby I ain't trynna cuff, I'm just trynna bust Wait hol' up You gotta play with my nuts, hmm I'ma make a beat out your butt, hmm 007 James Bond Double Oreo Stuffed Double up my funds She a Vixen on the cam so I grab my iPhone She dumb with the head got me doin' a eye roll She bad on film, gotta check out the B roll Put my D in her V got her singin' a C note Fast, 400 on the dash 55 bills, buck 50 for the tax on the bag I don't really like to brag Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out of Sak's I'ma hit in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin' Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens Free bro from the can I ain't talkin' whippits Bitch, I make beats and bad decisions Oh word, yeah, that's big facts Three different mansions, ain't no tellin' where I live at Bloody red Lamborghini got me screamin' "Blat!" And a nasty Richard Mille that be sittin' where my wrist at We gon' slide out I can fly your bitch out the country without you findin' out Say she wanna be on the team, I let her try out (Yeah) She ain't gettin' this, she playin' with her punani now Yeah, she ain't gettin' this, she playin' with her punani now My chain is lookin' ocky, it's water, like a tsunami now They told me not to tote on that 40 but shit be rockin' now They told me not to tote on that 40 but it's impossible 'Cause niggas, they be hatin', they on me so I keep a Glock or two I'm at- I'm at Suecos, bitch!