Spitfire Sparks & Futuristic - Too Quick

They say the boy too quick
Too sick
Every shot straight swish no brick
Too fast
Never gassed
On a different altitude spaceship blast
Please let 'em know, I'm ready for the show
Counting down my time like 3, 2, 1, go
Don't know where it ends but I promise imma grow
Talkin' mind body spirit fasho, go
Boy too quick
Too sick
Every shot straight swish no brick
Too fast
Never gassed
On a different altitude spaceship blast
Please let 'em know, I'm ready for the show
Counting down my time like 3, 2, 1, go
Don't know where it ends but I promise imma grow
Talkin' mind body spirit fasho, go
Oh what's up hey hello
Yeah it's been a minute but I'm back to let 'em know, ya know
I always come correct wit the flow
Boy I'm so hot set fire to the snow
Been a lil bit all these numbers I been crunching
But I'm back now all these beats that I'm munching
Eating and I'm meeting all these people like a luncheon
Bout to turn the world into my function
See bars I got 'em
So hot I'm
Time to let loose Spitfire full throttle
Provoke your mind like I'm Aristotle
Intoxicating but don't come in a bottle
But I guess it can it flow right
It's right at your windpipe
They keep coming back no quitting in near sight
Yeah I keep it real tight, what a rare sight
Always stay 100 from midnight to midnight
Boy too quick
Too sick
Every shot straight swish no brick
Too fast
Never gassed
On a different altitude spaceship blast
Please let 'em know, I'm ready for the show
Counting down my time like 3, 2, 1, go
Don't know where it ends but I promise imma grow
Talkin' mind body spirit fasho, go
Break it down, bring it to its knees
Beat in a chokehold beggin' like please
Oh jeez, let it breathe
Spitfire on the beat 1000 degrees
Wishing ill will and they don't even know me
It don't add up, Xbox from Sony
Mad at they self cuz they know they a phony
It makes less sense than the spelling of bologna
No greats in the game made it overnight
Gotta witness darkness to appreciate light
Just cuz you say you do it, don't mean you do it right
When I see a true poet, beautiful sight
Hop up on the mic and lay a little bit of truth
Got a little bit of everything I'm like a baby Ruth
Got these crispy ass beats and the lyrics real smooth
Like my name Doctor Who man I'm one with the booth
Boy too quick
Too sick
Every shot straight swish no brick
Too fast
Never gassed
On a different altitude spaceship blast
Please let 'em know, I'm ready for the show
Counting down my time like 3, 2, 1, go
Don't know where it ends but I promise imma grow
Talkin' mind body spirit fasho, go
They say the boy too quick, too lit
Two sips Ruth's Chris for the meal
With my lady too thick new drip smooth fit
In that all white Benz cool whip who this
Man they know it be I done got too rich
Keep my lyrics in they mouth something like a toothpick
Bars too strict and I ball Rod Strick
Been fly like a witch on a damn broomstick
I'm me, quick with the rock like Russ
Wassup, Kobe in the clutch pullin' up
Got a shot in her clutch
You get popped if you touch
Knew the block was the must
When I drop off that hush
Shh, quiet on the scene it's a movie
Flow been cold like a QT smoothie
I do me and plus she do me
All about the green and I ball Bob Cousy
Boy too quick
Too sick
Every shot straight swish no brick
Too fast
Never gassed
On a different altitude spaceship blast
Please let 'em know, I'm ready for the show
Counting down my time like 3, 2, 1, go
Don't know where it ends but I promise imma grow
Talkin' mind body spirit fasho, go

Written by:
Lucas Sparks, Zachary Beck

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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