WunTayk Timmy - Max Speed Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rest When I'm Rich
Wuntayk Timmy!
I deserve a Grammy, a Oscar, and a Emmy
[Hook]
Mob on the backstreet
Jobs on my track sheet
Max speed, tryna catch a wave 'fore they catch me
Broads in the back seat
Laws on the back of me
Nah, I ain't finna slip at all going max speed
Gone I'm at max speed
Nah I ain't tripping, gotta fall 'fore they catch me
All for the cash, gotta fall for them to catch me, Wuntayk
[Verse 1]
I hit the scene, black jeans and an all-black shirt
Listen one wrong move nigga all y'all murked
Baby mama tripping I sold all my percs
Fuck the pain that I'm feeling I done saw a lot worse
Got it out the mud I did all my dirt
Tryna get us out the dirt, tryna get up in a vert
At the top with no top, got no ceilings when I skrrt
Got no feelings but I’m hurt, time to hit ‘em where it hurt
Let my nigga say the word, send ‘em where it’s hot
They gon’ see me in a coffin ‘fore they see me on the cot
Yeah, knew I was gon’ cop it when I seen it on the lot
Middle finger to a cop, nigga no this shit don’t stop
Nigga
[Hook]
Mob on the backstreet
Jobs on my track sheet
Max speed, tryna catch a wave 'fore they catch me
Broads in the back seat
Laws on the back of me
Nah, I ain't finna slip at all going max speed
Gone I'm at max speed
Nah I ain't tripping, gotta fall 'fore they catch me
All for the cash, gotta fall for them to catch me, Perfect!
[Verse 2]
I might change up on these niggas and go back to fresh
They can’t blame me if I change up, they did that for less
Never kick you when you’re down, I want you at your best
So holla at me when your sound on the matching net
She just wanna lean, let her hide my necklace
This that on some mini-mills, I feel anorexic
Right and the left wrist, workin’ ambidextrous
My bitch bought a waist trainer and her mini vest with
An automatic weapon in case I manifest it
No I’m Mannie Fresh then
Beat it up, blessed it
I ain’t never stressed it, no
Good pussy a blessing
But good head is a skill
It’s time I dead it for real
I ain’t playing with nigga
So don’t be the one next I’ma kill
I’m praying for nigga
Never eat what I bless in my meal
That’s word to my Granny
It’s why I’ma take a car to family
I ain’t slowing up, gotta fall for niggas to catch me
[Hook]
Mob on the backstreet
Jobs on my track sheet
Max speed, tryna catch a wave 'fore they catch me
Broads in the back seat
Laws on the back of me
Nah, I ain't finna slip at all going max speed
Gone I'm at max speed
Nah I ain't tripping, gotta fall 'fore they catch me
All for the cash, gotta fall for them to catch me
[Outro]
Wuntayk, Rest When I’m Rich
Fuck the rest when I’m rich