Fast guns

Ayy ayy ayy

My guns are too fast

Flex them on you

Writing all these verses

Dedicating lots of time

Having lots of sleepless nights

Ayy

Still my guns are too fast

They will knock you off your feet

Ayy Ayy

I live in the city

All the shorties are pretty

Ayy

Turtle clan don't know what to say (ya)

Don't know what to say

You try to bop me in the face

Then I chop you up into a mop (ayy)

You're acting like a zombie

Makes sense why you're a mob (ayy)

My diamonds crystal clear

Know there's no way you are going to stop me

If you get into my way

Will put you in the cage (ayy)

Mr. Tiger will be happy

Trying to become a rapper

And all those snitches be laughing (bra bra)

You thought I forgot about my guns

But no I rember your fun

It was all fake fun just to get the views (ayy)

I flex my guns on you

Dedicating lots of time (ya)

Having lots of sleepless nights (ya)

It's all for the best (ya)

I pull up on site (ya)

I am ready for my flight (ya)

Then some ghostwriter wants to start a fight

Then he lays a punch

Then my fast gun gets one in his jaw

And I tell him to follow the common law