Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Fast, artist - Tyga. Date of issue: 30.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Too Fast |
| Yeah, I’m too fast |
| I’m movin' too fast |
| Ayy |
| Too fast, push a button, make the tail drag (Drag) |
| Burnin' rubber, puttin' two-twenty on the dash (Dash) |
| I got loyalty, respect, I don’t gotta brag (Brag) |
| Leave you in my rear view, I’m moving too fast (Vyoom) |
| And you never fold with the world on your back (Back) |
| Push it to the max, I don’t never lack (Lack) |
| Loyalty, respect, you don’t got none of that (Nope) |
| Leave you in my rear view, I’m moving too fast |
| Vyoom, I hit the gas, losers finish last (Yeah) |
| Heard you’re looking for me, tell 'em I’m in my bag (Bag) |
| You know talk is cheap, so I don’t speak on that (Nope) |
| I let the speaker blast, you won’t even see me pass (Fwoom) |
| Got the whole gang with me and it’s automatic (Yup) |
| Looking at my status, you don’t want no static (No) |
| Looking at my shotgun, riding with a baddie (Yup, yup) |
| You got no loyalty 'cause you never had it (Boom) |
| Fuck yeah, put my middle finger in the air (Boom, boom, boom) |
| Bitch, I’m everywhere, you ain’t there, I ain’t never scared (Boom, boom, boom, |
| yup) |
| My brothers like a army and we ridin' 'til it’s no wheel |
| Bitch, beware ('Ware), the dogs be all here (Yeah) |
| Too fast, push a button, make the tail drag (Drag) |
| Burnin' rubber, puttin' two-twenty on the dash (Dash) |
| I got loyalty, respect, I don’t gotta brag (Brag) |
| Leave you in my rear view, I’m moving too fast (Vyoom) |
| And you never fold with the world on your back (Back) |
| Push it to the max, I don’t never lack (Nope) |
| Loyalty, respect, you don’t got none of that (None of that) |
| Leave you in my rear view, I’m moving too fast (Fyoom) |
| Bendin' corners, scrape the rim, baby, pay for them (Pay for them) |
| I don’t about my chicken, dawg, I play with M’s |
| I just left the homie 'Maro, he wanna race again (Huh?) |
| I’m all gas, do the dash to the checkered flag (Ah) |
| And I damn near wrecked the Jag tryna figure eight (Tryna figure eight) |
| That old school in my garage a hundred fifty K (A hundred fifty K) |
| The mileage on the Lamborghini under fifty K (It under fifty K) |
| He woofin' on his horsepower, that’s gon' get him spanked |
| I’m motivated by the chilly, niggas on the way (Huh?) |
| I treat this Maserati truck like it’s a throwaway (Uh) |
| Hey, I might pull up in this Benz and this is not an eight |
| It’s V12, NASCAR edition seat belts (Yeah) |
| Too fast, push a button, make the tail drag (Drag) |
| Burnin' rubber, puttin' two-twenty on the dash (Dash) |
| I got loyalty, respect, I don’t gotta brag (Brag) |
| Leave you in my rear view, I’m moving too fast (Vyoom) |
| And you never fold with the world on your back (Back) |
| Push it to the max, I don’t never lack (Lack) |
| Loyalty, respect, you don’t got none of that (None of that) |
| Leave you in my rear view, I’m moving too fast (Fyoom) |
| Yeah, I’m too fast |
| I’m movin' too fast |