Yo-Yo (Fast Forward)

[Intro] Uh I'm in motherfucking California Finna go to Berlin tomorrow or some shit Uh [Chorus] Yeah, huh, I just got my passport, uh Paul Walker in that ’Rari, nigga, Fast Four, uh My life move too fast, fast, like you fast forward, uh, ayy Slidin' with the MACs in that black four-door, uh Make a nigga flip like he do parkour, uh Movie with his bitch, yeah, we shot a hard porn Choppa shoot, shoot, shoot, like his name BlocBoy Red dots, headshots, bloody dreadlocks, boy [Verse 1] Uh, ridin' round I’m packing, in the trunk a automatic If you want it, you can get it, like a TV, we give static When I wake up in the morning, see a killer in the mirror Used to have the same face, now, I look so unfamiliar I'm not in the same place, I'm with the pros, you still play scrimmage My pockets all green like Popeye, boy, you know I love my spinach, uh-huh Money on your head, I send my brothers on a mission, uh-huh If I wasn't fucking your bitch I would've went and did it, uh-huh Rick Owens, rocking Rick while that bitch don't got shit goin' You ain't rich, bitch I’m rich, better act like it Bitch, you actin’ childish, you need to timeout it Or go talk to your mom about it You been saying the wrong things, you need to stay silent I'ma remain the same, same, I’ma stay solid Ran into a new abyss, I wonder if she riding We gon' see on the next episode of my life [Chorus] Yeah, huh, I just got my passport, uh Paul Walker in that 'Rari, nigga, Fast Four, uh My life move too fast, fast, like you fast forward, uh, ayy Slidin' with the MACs in that black four-door, uh Make a nigga flip like he do parkour, uh Movie with his bitch, yeah, we shot a hard porn Choppa shoot, shoot, shoot, like his name BlocBoy Red dots, headshots, bloody dreadlocks, boy [Verse 2] Uh, own, not rented Most of these niggas ain’t chasing a check, they chasing bitches Why they trippin', choppa make him dance like a video vixen My brother hit me, asked me why I fall for these silly ass bitches I was trippin', someone had to come put me back in my senses Shorty different, funny how we started after the finish But I've been sittin', admiring from afar for a fucking minute Having visions, traveling abroad with her, making memories If I ain't thinkin' 'bout that then I'm thinkin' 'bout them Glocks, loading and bustin' semis (Grrah) Yesterday she told me I should stop popping all them jimmies And I told her I was hungry, uh, would you be my lunch? She been tryna tell me the whole time, that's the dummy in me I don't listen, I guess you were right, would you be my lunch? [Chorus] Huh, I just got my passport, uh Paul Walker in that 'Rari, nigga, Fast Four, uh My life move too fast, fast, like you fast forward, uh, ayy Slidin' with the MACs in that black four-door, uh Make a nigga flip like he do parkour, uh Movie with his bitch, yeah, we shot a hard porn Choppa shoot, shoot, shoot, like his name BlocBoy Red dots, headshots, bloody dreadlocks, boy