Too Fast lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Fill a cup up, f*ck a sl*t b*tch
f*ck you talkin' 'bout n*gga
You know what the f*ck it is n*gga
My n*ggas rowdy, they with that ruckus
On Folks
(Hollywood J)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm in that robot and this b*tch don't stop
And I got on tank-top with a knot
Prolly finna pick up your thot
b*tch I'm gang til' I rot, totin' Glock like a fox, n*gga
Me and foe'nem be gettin' on the grass
Back-to-back doing dash in the traffic
Grandma told me that I'm livin' too fast
I fill a cup up and I sip it too fast

[Verse 1: Chief Keef & Tray Savage]
Pulled up them shots they dunkin' to fast
You tried to run but they coming too fast
Better not fall, I got them shooters on yo ass
Then I take a flight to Cuba on yo' ass
What's up in my cup? Mud
What's up in the chop'? Slugs
Swingin' b*tch like Nunchaku
Send this b*tch right at ya'
Sneak diss, we can't let ya'
Running out of Pesos
Stack that sh*t like lego
Always act the A-hole
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm in that robot and this b*tch don't stop
And I got on tank-top with a knot
Prolly finna pick up your thot
b*tch I'm gang til' I rot, totin' Glock like a fox, n*gga
Me and foe'nem be gettin' on the grass
Back-to-back doing dash in the traffic
Grandma told me that I'm livin' too fast
I fill a cup up and I sip it too fast

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Fill a cup up, f*ck a sl*t b*tch, Semi too big, I can't tuck it
n*ggas rowdy, they with that ruckus, I'm in a kush coma, concussion
I'm in Barney’s buying trousers, in New York smokin' sours
So much chicken, I need flavour, at the spot out in Braurer
I need space because I'm outer, that sh*t good but this is louder
I just exit off a garage, foreign got that money power
Get it hoe? I'm money shower
That b*tch know that world is ours
I don't care to race man, bring the prowers
Valentino kicks and Gucci trousers
I'ma need 'bout two-three hours, before I come get the backend
Hit the stain and do the magic, Hermes belt but I'm still saggin'

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm in that robot and this b*tch don't stop
And I got on tank-top with a knot
Prolly finna pick up your thot
b*tch I'm gang til' I rot, totin' Glock like a fox, n*gga
Me and foe'nem be gettin' on the grass
Back-to-back doing dash in the traffic
Grandma told me that I'm livin' too fast
I fill a cup up and I sip it too fast