Fast Car Music (STAIN) lyrics

[Chorus]
I just wanna f*ck, I don't love the birds (SantanaStar Beats, ayy)
Hop up in that coupe, Lamborghini swerve (Lamborghini swerve, swerve)
Smokin' all these blunts, almost hit the curb (Curb, n*gga)
Ayy, when I hit the gas, I leave these n*ggas hurt (These n*ggas hurt)

[Interlude]
Go hit a stain or somethin', n*gga
You worried 'bout a b*tch? Go and hit a stain, n*gga (Make some money)
Go dig that dead n*gga up, pick 'em up
f*ck that n*gga and all that, all that
You know me, n*gga, I'll fire, n*gga
Fly n*ggas, send that address and all that
b*tch, we comin', takin' everything for the takin' there, n*gga

[Verse]
I'm so f*ckin' high, I might touch the moon
If she say she wanna f*ck, I'm like, "Okay, boo" (Okay, boo)
Say shе wanna suck a n*gga di*k, that b*tch do what it do (Suck my di*k)
Me and Glitch been sh*ttin' on these n*ggas sincе we was in school (Was in school, n*gga)
I'm back-to-back in traffic, me and gang slide, breakin' all the rules
My other b*tch be f*ckin' all on our opps, I think they tryna move
This thot ho was talkin', had my baby, I might just pop her too
I, I, I was clutchin' on tools, actin' a fool
You know how I'm rockin', dude
My partner snaked me for them bands
So I keep one up every time I'm steppin' out (Ho')
I bet he think I won't rub off the paint
I'ma go take all the bands out the safe
Might just go spend all my money on K's (On K's)
I be in Houston with Jay Prince and Drake (Jay Prince and Drake)
I'm smokin' big gas, hella blunts to the face
My eyes super red like a n*gga got Mace'd
Then I'm back to the trap with a lil' fo' neck
Tell bro kick her out if the b*tch take pics
Slidin' in the Rolls Royce and it got tints
Wanna be the man? Gotta kill your sh*t
'Cause I done been shot at by many men
They had hope but he died in a ambulance
They was shook when I hopped out that minivan
Had those boys sh*ttin' all up in they pants (n*gga)
[Chorus]
I just wanna f*ck, I don't love the birds (Hit that b*tch)
Hop up in that coupe, Lamborghini swerve (Lamborghini swerve, swerve)
Smokin' all these blunts, almost hit the curb (Curb, n*gga)
When I hit the gas, I leave these n*ggas hurt (These n*ggas hurt)

[Outro]
When I hit the gas, I make your lil' b*tch twerk (I make yo' lil' b*tch twerk)
Yeah, she know how to suck the di*k, but she get up on my nerves
White Forgiatos on Monte Carlos, slide through the city, get murked
They know I keep Glocks, though
That's in the Tahoe, with a big crib in the 'burbs
Haha, n*gga, bang, bang-bang