[Verse 1]
She said "I wanna live faster, faster"
And it's gettin' on my last nerve
But I love a good girl with the bad curves
So I, hit the brake, hit the gas, swerve
And for the record I damn near wrecked that shit
Never had the road get wet that quick
Fucking on the hood we gon' dent that shit
And I don't think insurance will protect that shit
I'm off o' thirty milligram, I pop it like a Skittle
I know that's a lot but I feel like it's a little
Red Solo, drinkin' by my individual
When I'm real high she be somewhere in the middle
Always in the right place at the wrong time
Off vine she a light weight off of red wine
When I see her out she follow me all night
Wake up in the morning and follow me online
In the real life she do what she wanna do
Got the same feeling she did when she twenty-two
Twenty-eight now, the titties are fake now
She live in LA, heard that she fuckin' with Drake now
That's crazy, I had to give you the breakdown
That's what the bitch had been up to
I had to give you the update, and give it a upgrade
I had to give you the Part 2, when it go like
[Chorus]
Okay, what you wan' say?
Know you into games, I don't really wanna play
Know you think I changed but you haven't been the same
And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay
But can you blame me? They want to play me
I want a million, they want a baby
I've been tryna deal with this shit I'm going crazy
This life gon' kill me, nobody gonna save me
[Verse 2]
She said "I wanna live faster, faster"
And it's gettin' on my last nerve
First off she just gotta have the last word
And that bitch knows all of my passwords
She let a hunnid K followers gas her
And now there's only one way to attract her
And that's Hollywood actors
Prolly hood rappers
NBA cats from the Lakers or Raptors
Twenty-five, I didn't get the Aston
It's a good thing it didn't happen
Only way to stop me was to crash it
That's a two hundred fifty thousand dollar casket
Back then she was a distraction
She would send a text with attachment
I was tryna focus on the bigger pic
While that little bitch tryna come up with a caption
Now she in a mag and they askin' the questions
About the fun facts and the past with the exes
"Never date a rapper if that's a suggestion"
It sound a little passive aggressive
Why you so mad and defensive?
'Cause I didn't give you half my attention
You know if we lack the connection then I don't text back
But if you wanna pass on a message it go like
[Chorus]
Okay, what you wan' say?
Know you into games, I don't really wanna play
Know you think I changed but you haven't been the same
And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay
But can you blame me? They want to play me
I want a million, they want a baby
I've been tryna deal with this shit I'm going crazy
This life gon' kill me, nobody gonna save me
[Verse 3]
In the summer, ninety-nine degrees
I want the bus down Rollie, want time to freeze
I'm too high and her class too high for me
It's like ninety-five dollars for the wine and cheese
She all fucked up tryna give advice to me
About life and a wife and designer jeans
I've been feelin' myself, yeah, I'm fillin' myself
Like a drunk motherfucker tryna find my keys, ayy
Get stoned hit the stage, rock it
Pill outta pocket and pop it
Told you I'm a laid back dude you can tell by my posture
That kind to set up shop and have shots with imposters
Shrimp, pasta, cranberry vodka
Five bad hoes bring 'em all to the casa
Space Jam Jordan's but they tell me I'm a monster
And you ain't on my team no more, check the roster
[Chorus]
Okay, what you wan' say?
Know you into games, I don't really wanna play
Know you think I changed but you haven't been the same
And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay
But can you blame me? They want to play me
I want a million, they want a baby
I've been tryna deal with this shit I'm going crazy
This life gon' kill me, nobody gonna save me
[Outro]
This my, this my shit
Oh tell her, "You're not my bitch" (You're not my bitch)
This my, this my shit
Oh tell her, "Get off my dick" (Get off my dick)
Digi dash, nitro gas, time is passing
Quick quick quick quick
I just want tonight to last
Life go fast it tick tick tick tick
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