Juice WRLD - Fast Forward lyrics

Uh going to motherfucking California
Finna go to Brooklyn tomorrow or some shit
Uh

Yeah, huh, I just got my passport, uh
Paul Walker in that Rarri
Nigga, fast forward, uh
My life move too fast, fast
Like you fast forward, uh, ayy
Slidin' with the MACs in
That black four door, uh
Make a nigga flip like he do parkour, uh
Movie with his bitch, yeah
We shot a hard porn
Choppa shoot, shoot, shoot
Like his name BlocBoy
Red dots, headshots, bloody dreadlocks, boy

Ridin’ round I'm packing
In the trunk an automatic
If you want it, you can get it, like a TV
We give static
When I wake up in the morning
See a killer in the mirror
Used to have the same face, now
I look so unfamiliar
I'm not in the same place
I’m with the pros, you still play scrimmage
My pockets all green like Popeye, boy
You know I love my spinach (Uh, huh)
Money on your head
I send my brothers on a mission (Uh, huh)
If I wasn't fucking your bitch I
Would've went and did it (Uh, huh)
Rick Owens, rocking Rick while that bitch
Don't got shit goin'
You ain't rich bitch
I'm rich better act like it
Bitch, you actin' childish
You need to timeout it
Or go talk to your mom about it
You been saying the wrong things
You need to stay silent
I’ma remain the same, same, I’ma stay solid
Ran into a newer bitch
I wonder if she riding
We gon' see on the next episode of my life

Yeah, huh, I just got my passport, uh
Paul Walker in that Rarri
Nigga, fast forward, uh
My life move too fast, fast
Like you fast forward, uh, ayy
Slidin’ with the MACs in
That black four door, uh
Make a nigga flip like he do parkour, uh
Movie with his bitch, yeah
We shot a hard porn
Choppa shoot, shoot, shoot
Like his name BlocBoy
Red dots, headshots, bloody dreadlocks, boy

Uh, I will not rent it
Most of these niggas ain't chasing a check
They chasing bitches why they trippin'
Choppa make him dance like a video vixen
My brother hit me, asked me why I fall for
These silly ass bitches i was trippin'
Someone had to come put me back in my senses
Shorty different
Funny how we started after the finish
But I’ve been sittin'
Admiring from afar for a fucking minute
Having visions, traveling abroad with her
Making memories
If I ain't thinkin' ‘bout that then
I'm thinkin' ‘bout them Glocks
Loading and bustin' semis (Graah)
Yesterday she told me I should
Stop popping all them jimmies
And I told her I was hungry, uh
Would you be my lunch?
She been tryna tell me the whole time
That's the dummy in me
I don't listen, I guess you were right
Would you be my lunch?

Huh, I just got my passport, uh
Paul Walker in that Rarri
Nigga, fast forward, uh
My life move too fast, fast
Like you fast forward, uh, ayy
Slidin' with the MACs in
That black four door, uh
Make a nigga flip like he do parkour, uh
Movie with his bitch, yeah
We shot a hard porn
Choppa shoot, shoot, shoot
Like his name BlocBoy
Red dots, headshots, bloody dreadlocks, boy