Lyrics Too Fast - Cdot Honcho

Too Fast

Noah in his bag, bitch
Ayy
Smackin' on your bitch ass‚ she say my car go too fast
The auto got extensions because it spit out too fast
And we smokin' eggrolls‚ that lil' shit go out too fast
He tried to run‚ he just fell on his shit, them hollows coming too fast
That bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit, I just took her down so fast
I’m walking around with thighpads‚ living like a grandad
At your door when it’s not Halloween, I’m off the gas and promethazine
Foenem’ll still shake shit like a tambourine
Open your shit like a magazine
With a magazine, you was left there with an empty magazine
Wire with that strap shoot down a limousine
Dolce sweats or Mike Amiri jeans
Ayy‚ I’m in love with that money, can’t nobody intervene
Souped up truck fly past, Aberdeen
Never tie her down if she wanna leave
That bitch, she wanna hit, tryna hit was a breeze
I’m living like a nigga finna die any minute
Therefore my niggas on every car moving
Just in case we gotta let it ride any minute
And my kicks size forty-three, they all European
I’m into black hoes, mixed, and Puerto Ricans
I’m high as the top of the building
Hit her, left her at the Hilton
I ball, see me on the Wilson
Matter fact, catch this ho filmin'
Every VV on me shining
Stop talking, you ain’t sliding
I don’t drive it, I be flying
You couldn’t see it, you too behind
Took your ho and fucked her mind
Sent her off, ain’t waste no time
Smackin' on your bitch ass, she say my car go too fast
The auto got extensions because it spit out too fast
And we smokin' eggrolls, that lil' shit go out too fast
He tried to run, he just fell on his shit, them hollows coming too fast
That bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit, I just took her down so fast
I’m walking around with thighpads, living like a grandad
At your door when it’s not Halloween, I’m off the gas and promethazine
Foenem’ll still shake shit like a tambourine
Open your shit like a magazine
Ayy, I’m focused, dummy
All for that money, you runnin' from it
She want this dick but runnin' from it
We got blicks, no running from it
5.56's coming from it
I’m smoking on dubs
Try me, your homie gon' be in my lungs
We finna roll his ass up in a blunt, huh
Oh well, your family sending farewell
She said, «I heard of you, Huncho, you did my friend bogus»
She knowin' me so well
She know I ain’t shit, don’t change shit
At the end of the day, I’m gon' live
She on my dick tryna see for herself
Her nigga want smoke, better slide by hisself, ayy
Smackin' on your bitch ass, she say my car go too fast
The auto got extensions because it spit out too fast
And we smokin' eggrolls, that lil' shit go out too fast
He tried to run, he just fell on his shit, them hollows coming too fast
That bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit, I just took her down so fast
I’m walking around with thighpads, living like a grandad
At your door when it’s not Halloween, I’m off the gas and promethazine
Foenem’ll still shake shit like a tambourine
Open your shit like a magazine