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Faster
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Faster was released on August 17, 2025 by IceBirds as a part of the album 31 SUMMERS
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Release DateAugust 17, 2025
LabelIceBirds
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM120

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Icebirds
Icebirds
Rap
44 OakBoy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Sparrow
Jordan Sparrow
Songwriter
Dalon Jones
Dalon Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
percc
percc
Producer

Lyrics

(Hercules, show me your muscle again)
I'm in a trap, tryna count money backwards
Juug on the way, so I had to count faster
Money got long, stretched like elastic
Back-to-back foreigns like I play for the Mavericks
Lost his life in this trap, that shit tragic
**** dead and his bitch, fuck the opps
Rollin' up candy, I'm high as a skybox
Run through them 'bows and pull up in a drop top
How your pockets full, but your kids ain't ate?
How the hell you straight, but your kids ain't straight?
Hop out the foreign, diamonds water like lakes
Thumbin' through hundreds for the great sensation
Too much money, gotta count it with patience
Styrofoam cubs, sippin' scrip' like a patient
Posted on the block like Big Baby Davis
Good with that rock, could've played for the Pacers
Posted in the trap, pot scrapin'
Gotta get it now, not later
Oak Boy, he all about paper
Big 'Wood to the face, no, I can't do no vapes
Straight out the D, I'm one of the greats
She thought she was bad and got left at the gate
Stay ready for war, strapped with these Dracs
My hotline bling, but I don't know Drake
Wood on the chopper, a Baby Drac'
No white flags, we ain't cleanin' no slate
Got it on my own, you can't eat off my plate
Hop in that foreign and ride like a sleigh
He don't want smoke, he don't got enough cake
Wake up every day, bust a juug and I'm straight
My shirt cost a K and my jeans cost 2K
Just like I'm Jim Jones, we gon' ball every day
Young **** shit and I graduated
Sippin' my cup and it's medicated (Woo)
We flex on you ****, I know you hate it
Out in the field like the Patriots
If you broke, then there's nothin' to say to me
We got them choppers like Memphis and Tennessee (Blrrt)
I'ma pull up with the army (Army)
I'm one of them ones that you wanna be (Wanna be)
I'm in a trap, tryna count money backwards
Juug on the way, so I had to count faster
Money got long, stretched like elastic
Back-to-back foreigns like I play for the Mavericks
Lost his life in this trap, that shit tragic
**** dead and his bitch, fuck the opps
Rollin' up candy, I'm high as a skybox
Run through them 'bows and pull up in a drop top
Written by: Dalon Jones, Jordan Sparrow
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