106 (feat. Cleveland Say)

We was in a thirty
I was still doing like 106...
Ayy I could make a band fast
I could show you
How to whip the stick
We was in a thirty
I was still doing like 106
I be moving fast
So I take the fast lane
I got fast money
I made that shit the fast way
Ayy I could make a band fast
I could show you
How to whip the stick
We was in a thirty
I was still doing like 106
I be moving fast
So I take the fast lane
I got fast money
I made that shit the fast way
Been running up cash
The only thing
That put my head on ease
Me and all mine run deep
Only thing we speak
That guapanese
Ayy he in trouble if I get a call
And it’s bout that beef
Ayy we them niggas at the scene
Jumping on the seats
Start jumping on the tables
We go everywhere
You can’t lil nigga
He say he finna take my shit
But he ain’t my nigga
Play me this shit could get tragic
I’m in the trap
With the junkies and addicts
Niggas be claiming the streets
But niggas be sounding like faggots
Boy where yo dad at
I never had one
Cause he died in the trap
Niggas be lying
And cap in they raps
Cause the life that they living
They know it don’t match
Well fuck it my nigga
Just stay off the track
Just stay out the booth
Cause we talking real pain
But we tell the truth
Now we ride around
In the coupes
And shit could get sticky
That’s why
I keep me a tool nigga
Ayy I could make a band fast
I could show you
How to whip the stick
We was in a thirty
I was still doing like 106
I be moving fast
So I take the fast lane
I got fast money
I made that shit the fast way
Ayy I could make a band fast
I could show you
How to whip the stick
We was in a thirty
I was still doing like 106
I be moving fast
So I take the fast lane
I got fast money
I made that shit the fast way
Black forces
I’m steppin, Talk crazy
Get left with dem hollows
That buss out the long clip
I been gettin bread
You niggas just started
I laugh at you niggas
That’s flaughting
My bitches the coldest
My wrist be the coldest
I just froze the game
Like I paused it
I hopped ina Jeep
Then I push the gas
Think you can keep up
But you not bitch
Push to start, hit the gas
I can’t do the dash, just read it
Windows up, tinted up
Nine on my lap cause I need it
I hotbox the Jeep, I be chiefing
12 tryna keep up
Cause I’m speeding
Feelin just like Roddy
I been balling every season
Need that check
I’m breaking necks
Might have to grab the Wesson
If he robbed me and got away
That nigga caught a blessing
Thought I was lacking
I up that stick
And sent that opp to heaven
Smoke this zaza
And ease my mind
And keep that weapon
Ayy I could make a band fast
I could show you
How to whip the stick
We was in a thirty
I was still doing like 106
I be moving fast
So I take the fast lane
I got fast money
I made that shit the fast way
Ayy I could make a band fast
I could show you
How to whip the stick
We was in a thirty
I was still doing like 106
I be moving fast
So I take the fast lane
I got fast money
I made that shit the fast way