Lyrics
Zoom, past
Move, blast
Coupe, dash
Roof, stashed
Where am I going I’m going past
Where did I been you wouldn’t last
Pockets is full I gotta rash
M gettin chips caught in the act
Caught in the act
Act act act act act act act
Caught in the act
Act act act act act act act
Mp been talking the facts
Niggas ain't all up in the that pardon they act
She come up all in the crib
M cum up all in the cat off to the max
Moved, trapped
Lose, back
Blew racks
New tax
I pull up all in the benz
They couldn’t even attend
Aint throw it back for the bands
She gone need new mans
She gone need new mans
Shawty she gone need new mans
She gone need new mans
Shawty she gone need new mans
We just see through them
Naw we don't need new friends
Naw we don't need new friends
Niggas they thought they was slick
Go and run off with the bitch
Aint even worry or trip
I’m spending the cash on a fit
I’m throwing the cash not a fit
Zoom, past
Move, blast
Coupe, dash
Roof, stashed
Where am I going I’m going past
Where did I been you wouldn’t last
Pockets is full I gotta rash
M getting chips caught in the act
Caught in the act
Act act act act act act act
Caught in the act
Act act act act act act act
M getting caught in the act look at the pockets they fat
It got a chopper and racks the clip is probably maxed
Solving a problem like that
Yuh I solve a problem like that
Niggas was all in the way
Now got em' all on the wave
M on a call making moves m never call it a day
I’m so appalled when they say
Zoom, past
Move, blast
Coupe, dash
Roof, stashed
Where am I going I’m going past
Where did I been you wouldn’t last
Pockets is full I gotta rash
M getting chips caught in the act
Caught in the act
Act act act act act act act
Caught in the act
Act act act act act act act
Miles Savard
O/B/O DistroKid