Need for Speed - Lil Quill

Givenchy bag round my pinky toe

Damn, I don’t give a fuck what they sayin

If it ain’t my cash I dont stand up

These niggas really be broke as fuck

Gelato inside the strands, fucked around jumped on my bed

These niggas got out of hand, these niggas burnt, (damn)

I gotta feed the streets

Ridin in car, in need for speed

If she ain’t got a deuce, she ain’t pleasing me

Big Quill, we hit on cheese for cheese

Chains on my neck and they blinkin

Still in the trap with the phone still ringin

Yung niggas get to the cash I ain’t mean it

Fuck 12, they can come suck my penis

Fuck 12, free my brothers

Stick in the back when I walk through the public

Plain Jain patek, I fucked round and bussed it

Dont give a fuck, they bussin

Young niggas stuck on the block, we was hustlin

Time is now, lets shoot, young niggas ball, hoops

I had to get in the loop

All that talkin bout whatchu gon do

I got cash too, all of that shit I done did, its in the past