Fast’n Furious lyrics

by

Big Homiie G


[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
Rich n*gga with a stick (Thanks, Yakree), yeah, bombs
If a shooter get in trouble, drop the bomb
Yeah, if that n*gga still breathin', it ain't done
If you care about your life, get a gun
Yeah (Bah), I'm not a child, I don't play with n*ggas (b*tch)
We known for breakin' n*ggas (Hey)
Once they on your trail, then you can't shake them n*ggas (Grrah)
Molly K style, that's mine, they tryna face a n*gga (Bah, bah)
Oh, you chasin' for that boy? Then you gon' lay with him
Yeah, I put your dog on his f*ckin' back (Ha), can't get your n*gga back
We hidin' from a n*gga, I can't picture that (I can't picture that)
I spent like twenty grand just to get him whacked (Just to get him whacked, blatt)
I left the school, I'm tryna run it back, yeah (Ah, ah, ah-ah)

[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
I got this b*tch up in my DM, I'm tryna slide, I'ma give hеr di*k if she actin' curious, yeah
We just got thе drop and now it's time to slide, b*tch, b*tch (Skrrt)
Like in Fast & Furious (Skrrt)
Yeah, I don't like 'em in my mix, I don't like 'em in my business, I don't like n*ggas, period (Woah, period)
Yeah, I like to put 'em in the dirt, I like to put 'em on the shirt (Bah, bah), ask the opps if I'm serious

[Verse 2: Big Homiie G]
Yeah, go and ask them n*ggas, we ain't never capped (Nah)
Slid through they hood (Skrrt) with that chop' (Baow, baow), make 'em run left (Get 'em)
I heard one got hit up in his sh*t, made him take a nap (Woah)
They know that we slime, but it's some sh*t that I won't speak about (Shh)
The chopper knocked his speakers out (Out), we sent shot through his people house (House)
They callin' 'round, tryna cut me down, gotta get even now (What?)
I was playin' it cool, but they done brought this damn demon out (Out)
I want everybody dead (Dead), f*ck how this sh*t gon' turn out (Out)
I see red, I see red, see the ICU and red (Red)
Ain't nobody poppin' out 'cause we know all you n*ggas scarred
Put a fifty ball on his head, bet they go and get him (Get him)
It ain't 'bout no money for me, f*ck around, go do it with him ('Bout it, pus*y)
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
I got this b*tch up in my DM, I'm tryna slide, I'ma give her di*k if she actin' curious, yeah
We just got the drop and now it's time to slide, b*tch, b*tch (Skrrt)
Like in Fast & Furious (Skrrt)
Yeah, I don't like 'em in my mix, I don't like 'em in my business, I don't like n*ggas, period
Yeah, I like to put 'em in the dirt, I like to put 'em on the shirt, ask the opps if I'm serious
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