​fast (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
KenzDean
I'm at, I'm at Sueco's, b*tch

[Chorus: Sueco & Offset]
Fast, four hundred on the dash
Fifty-five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag
I don't really like to brag
Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out at Saks
I'ma hit it in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey di*kin'
Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens (Hey)
Free bro from the can, I ain't talkin' whippits
b*tch, I make beats and bad decisions (Offset)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Hit it, I'ma drop the top and show her titties (Hit it)
Stars in the ceiling, Wraith black, I'm a villain (Wraith)
f*ck it, stack the money up right past a million (f*ck it)
Hah, my flow be sick, I need some penicillin (Hah, hah, hah)
Get back, shawty tryna f*ck me for these racks
Hellcat, slide on these n*ggas, they get whacked (Slide)
Better get your b*tch, she on the ground tryna act (Act me)
Caught her in the lost and found f*ckin' for a rack, ayy
What the deal is? (Huh) Don't care what the bill is (Bills)
And I take care all my gang in the village (Gang)
I got real rich (Rich), pop the seal quick (Drank)
Board a jet, I done took your b*tch on field trips (Hey)
[Chorus: Sueco]
Fast, four hundred on the dash
Fifty-five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag
I don't really like to brag
Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out at Saks
I'ma hit it in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey di*kin'
Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens
Free bro from the can, I ain't talkin' whippits
b*tch, I make beats and bad decisions

[Verse 2: Sueco]
You at Sueco's, get with the program
Light-skin b*tch off that Lindsay Lohan
She off the dust, she off the Hilary Duff
Baby, I ain't tryna cuff, ho, I'm just tryna bust
Wait, hold up, you gotta play with my nuts
Hmm, I'ma make a beat out your butt
Hmm, 007, James Bond
Double Oreo stuffed, double up my funds
She a vixen on the cam, so I grab my iPhone
She dumb with the head, got me doin' an eye roll
She bad on film, gotta check out her B-roll
Put my D in her V, got her singin' a C note

[Chorus: Sueco]
Fast, four hundred on the dash
Fifty-five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag
I don't really like to brag
Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out at Saks
I'ma hit it in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey di*kin'
Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens
Free bro from the can, I ain't talkin' whippits
b*tch, I make beats and bad decisions
[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Oh, word? Yeah, that's big facts
Three different mansions, ain't no tellin' where I live at
Bloody red Lamborghini got me screamin' brrat
And a nasty Richard Mille that be sittin' where my wrist at
We gon' slide out
I could fly your b*tch out the country without you findin' out
Said she wanna be on the team, I let her try out (Yeah)
She ain't gettin' di*k, so she playin' with her punani now
Yeah, she ain't gettin' di*k, so she playin' with her punani now
My chain is lookin' ocky, it's water like a tsunami now
They told me not to tote on that .40, but sh*t be wocky now
They told me not to tote on that .40, but it's impossible
'Cause n*ggas, they be hatin', they on me so I keep a Glock or two

[Outro]
I'm at, I'm at Sueco's, b*tch