Ant Too Fresh - No brakes Lyrics

Toaster on the beat, bitch
They finally let me out the box and now it's time to eat
Sweet tooth and the money looking real sweet

All week, all day, every f*cking month
Doing Daredevil tricks just to get a munch
It's my lunch, back up and watch me get it now
All gas, no brakes, no time for slowing down

It's going down everywhere, no matter where I'm at
Hella cocky, my demeanor pockets getting fat
No slack, tighten up, I got no room for games
And you better watch your bitch, I'll make her scream my name

I'm propane, gas up, watch me keep it lit
Haters speaking on my name, but I don't give a shit
Make a flip, front to back, doing acrobatics
And I fiend for the come up like a f*cking addict

No static, no beef, searching for the chicken
All ten toes down, got no time for slipping
Pay attention to the snakes creeping in the grass
Stiff arming motherf*ckers while I get the cash

Never last, first place, going for the gold
Keep my ear to the streets, I'm hearing stories told
Wolf tickets getting sold all across the map
Watch me knock it out the park when I swing the bat

Get back, I'm allergic to the fake shit
Whistle blown, but I'm ready for the late hit
I'm so sick, catch me riding solo on a wave
I'm a captain, but I'm not the one that's gonna save

F*ck a bitch, get paid, no I'll never stop
Keep it all about the money and thats off top
Shit's hot, but my diamonds keep me hella froze
Hella dripping like somebody playing with they nose

Plain clothes, but your boy still too fresh
White tee, blue jeans, shitting on the rest
No rest, all day staying clocked in
Always going for the gusto when I'm coming in

I'll take a ten, watch me turn it to a big face
Always gotta keep it solid while I paper chase
Beat the case last time in the courtroom
Fifty hundred on a lawyer, hollering at the moon

No room to f*ck around, I'm on a tightrope
Ankle weights in the ocean, trying to stay afloat
Got out broke, but now I'm coming chipped up
Yeah, I'm coming from the bottom, but I'm coming up

Off the cut, taking off on a one way
Let the ice makem cream like a sundae
Monday, start the week heavy on the grind
One day, soon enough the whole world mine

I'ma shine through the shade and the dirt, boy
Heart dead like I put it on a shirt, boy
Boy toy, who me? Got me f*cked up
I run shit around here, bitch, level up

No luck, all me, had to make it happen
F*ck sitting on the bench, let's go get it cracking
Never slacking full speed through a tight turn
Downshift, e-brake, let the rubber burn

My rims turn through the world, riding on Pirellis
Never trust a bitch's word, that's what my mama tell me
I'm in her belly, beating guts like I'm Bruce Lee
If she deserve it, I'ma serve it, she'll be loving me

Truth be, if she a thot, it's a quick nut
Treat a slut like a slut, I don't give a f*ck
You didn't nut, so what, charge it to the game
You try to play me, little bitch, so I did the same

You hella lame, try to treat me like a side peace
But I'm a wolf, you a sheep, so I had to feast
All piece, no beef, it is what it is
But I'm a man understand, so I handle biz

And I live hard-broken for a long time
But I got three kids, so I handle mine
I'm on time, even if I walk in hella late
I eat good, little boy, I got a super plate

I get my cake, best believe I gotta eat it too
From the bottom to the top, and no, it's nothing new
Toaster on the beat bitch