Versace and balmain
Runtz we smoking all strains
SRT we hog lanes 50 bandz make my mood change
Double Cs on my shoe strings
Sippin act way back like wu tang
You know they gon hate like we changed
Hoggin the road in a mulsanne
When we gon link she askin me
Cuban gon link like master p
She can tell I talk that act in me
While you suckin me bae relaxin me
Smellin like reefer
Me and baby go back like beepers
Sippin out the liter double Gs on my sneakers
Now I got racks on me
There ain't no cap on me
My bitch is so bad
From a whole nother continent
And we countin lots of it
I'm talking gualas gualas
Been whippin a range rover with a foreign model
She getting wet wet
I'm talking splash splash
Pull up tokyo driftin I'm just living fast
Po pos all over my ass
My lawyer just spent up like all of my cash
I filled up some racks in a bag hop off a jet I got lag
200 all over my dash
No this not a SRT 8 this got a red eye
Gelato and runtz got me red eyed
Im killin em not by surprise
Vvs you should cover your eyes
40 glock is like right by my side
AMG on like all of my rides
Bae we sittin in front of the plane
Water wrist it costs more when its plain
100 rounds so I don't gotta aim
We just hop out and doo-doo-doo-doop
My lil neck piece on fruity loops
Just to see me she be jumpin through hoops
F*ckin this red bitch she lookin like Hoopz
African diamonds the color my roots
Now I got racks on me
There ain't no cap on me
My bitch is so bad
From a whole nother continent
And we countin lots of it
I'm talking gualas gualas
Been whippin a range rover with a foreign model
She getting wet wet
I'm talking splash splash
Pull up tokyo driftin I'm just living fast
Po pos all over my ass
My lawyer just spent up like all of my cash
I filled up some racks in a bag hop off a jet I got lag
Nikkie Bandz - Living Fast Lyrics
Nikkie Bandz - Living Fast Lyrics
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Versace and balmain
Runtz we smoking all strains
SRT we hog lanes 50 bandz make my mood change
Double Cs on my shoe strings
Sippin act way back like wu tang
You know they gon hate like we changed
Hoggin the road in a mulsanne
When we gon link she askin me
Cuban gon link like master p
She can tell I talk that act in me
While you suckin me bae relaxin me
Smellin like reefer
Me and baby go back like beepers
Sippin out the liter double Gs on my sneakers
Now I got racks on me
There ain't no cap on me
My bitch is so bad
From a whole nother continent
And we countin lots of it
I'm talking gualas gualas
Been whippin a range rover with a foreign model
She getting wet wet
I'm talking splash splash
Pull up tokyo driftin I'm just living fast
Po pos all over my ass
My lawyer just spent up like all of my cash
I filled up some racks in a bag hop off a jet I got lag
200 all over my dash
No this not a SRT 8 this got a red eye
Gelato and runtz got me red eyed
Im killin em not by surprise
Vvs you should cover your eyes
40 glock is like right by my side
AMG on like all of my rides
Bae we sittin in front of the plane
Water wrist it costs more when its plain
100 rounds so I don't gotta aim
We just hop out and doo-doo-doo-doop
My lil neck piece on fruity loops
Just to see me she be jumpin through hoops
F*ckin this red bitch she lookin like Hoopz
African diamonds the color my roots
Now I got racks on me
There ain't no cap on me
My bitch is so bad
From a whole nother continent
And we countin lots of it
I'm talking gualas gualas
Been whippin a range rover with a foreign model
She getting wet wet
I'm talking splash splash
Pull up tokyo driftin I'm just living fast
Po pos all over my ass
My lawyer just spent up like all of my cash
I filled up some racks in a bag hop off a jet I got lag
Runtz we smoking all strains
SRT we hog lanes 50 bandz make my mood change
Double Cs on my shoe strings
Sippin act way back like wu tang
You know they gon hate like we changed
Hoggin the road in a mulsanne
When we gon link she askin me
Cuban gon link like master p
She can tell I talk that act in me
While you suckin me bae relaxin me
Smellin like reefer
Me and baby go back like beepers
Sippin out the liter double Gs on my sneakers
Now I got racks on me
There ain't no cap on me
My bitch is so bad
From a whole nother continent
And we countin lots of it
I'm talking gualas gualas
Been whippin a range rover with a foreign model
She getting wet wet
I'm talking splash splash
Pull up tokyo driftin I'm just living fast
Po pos all over my ass
My lawyer just spent up like all of my cash
I filled up some racks in a bag hop off a jet I got lag
200 all over my dash
No this not a SRT 8 this got a red eye
Gelato and runtz got me red eyed
Im killin em not by surprise
Vvs you should cover your eyes
40 glock is like right by my side
AMG on like all of my rides
Bae we sittin in front of the plane
Water wrist it costs more when its plain
100 rounds so I don't gotta aim
We just hop out and doo-doo-doo-doop
My lil neck piece on fruity loops
Just to see me she be jumpin through hoops
F*ckin this red bitch she lookin like Hoopz
African diamonds the color my roots
Now I got racks on me
There ain't no cap on me
My bitch is so bad
From a whole nother continent
And we countin lots of it
I'm talking gualas gualas
Been whippin a range rover with a foreign model
She getting wet wet
I'm talking splash splash
Pull up tokyo driftin I'm just living fast
Po pos all over my ass
My lawyer just spent up like all of my cash
I filled up some racks in a bag hop off a jet I got lag
Writer: DERRICK MILLER, UNKNOWN UNKNOWN
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Nikkie Bandz
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: DERRICK MILLER, UNKNOWN UNKNOWN