Fast food in the whip lyrics

[Intro]
Running around, mmm
That’s for real, real, uhh

[Verse 1]
I got wood from this bag like I’m Ben Shapiro
Checked my bank account, and that sh*t still seven zeros
Brand new paycheck, I already spent a kilo
Boy, you acting sus, Ima call the Federal Bureau Investigation
This a date to me, but for her a vacation
I’m chill with them saying sh*t
Long as there’s respect, and they not f*cking hating
If you being retarded then you shouldn’t feel safe, b*tch

[Chorus]
Who made the rules here? Cause this some bullsh*t
Stay on alert, cause my choppa can talk more sh*t
If you talking down, Ima lеt it go quick
Pump the bass way too loud with fast food in the whip
Cop some friеs, that sh*t damn hits
Soda adds to the damage
b*tch I feel like I’m that sh*t
Pump the bass way too loud with fast food in the whip

[Verse 2]
I can tell what seems fake and realistic
And little boy, you are very distinguished
Get a laugh out these hating ass b*tches
They deadass think they making a difference
I come with the bars like America
One fifth of incarceration, boy your brain is f*cked
On the spot, I’m gonna have this pus*y make sh*t up
Lying more cause he too petty to say he was
[Chorus]
Who made the rules here? Cause this some bullsh*t
Stay on alert, cause my choppa can talk more sh*t
If you talking down, Ima let it go quick
Pump the bass way too loud with fast food in the whip
Cop some fries, that sh*t damn hits
Soda adds to the damage
b*tch I feel like I’m that sh*t
Pump the bass way too loud with fast food in the whip

[Outro]
Yeah
Bass way too loud with fast food in the whip