Who is carly lyrics

[Intro]
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Starting from zero, got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make somethin'
Me, myself, I got nothing to prove


[Chorus]
Huh, huh
Lot a sh*t changed not the same n*gga
Rap n*ggas tryna be in competition I stay in my lane, i dont race n*ggas
Can't learn a thing for something they make believe, can't f*ck with the fake n*ggas
I can't even sleep, my mission be all in my dreams' keep dreaming I chase n*ggas
Huh, like who is carly?
Why you recording me?
b*tch get off me, you annoying, huh
Been told you stop' still throwing it
Been fold I still keep goin
f*cked off on ya man he ain knowing it, huh
Take the chop from his ass he ain blowin it
Rookies don't get respect from the field n*gga
Some sh*t don't make you a real n*gga
[Verse]
He ain really fam' but we got blood ties cus' I kill with em
We ain't even really got time for a n*gga tryna play both sides, get spotted we deal' wit em
If they play all I know is go kill' n*gga
See a fake loose screw' gonna go drill n*ggas
It's been hella sh*t threw out the week, ion know if I wanna go lean or go pill' n*gga
Got charge i can't get certain jobs, she want some take-out gotta go rob or go kill n*gga
Label talm' bout half a Mil
If the paper work right then I'm signing that deal' n*gga
Better get out the field, nah for real
If you don't you gon' get killed
Huh, i ain't duckin no smoke but I wanna see better sh*t I'm tryna live
Gotta car and a big ass crib, right next were his BM live
n*gga steady bitin on my b*tch don't be mad when you see me in ya BM crib
Bad young n*gga use to hit up crip
Stay in the country now use to hit up deers
Hate me so bad, when I do something good they don't pick up that cup, tryna hit up' cheers

[Chorus]
Huh, like who is carly?
Why you recording me?
b*tch get off me, you annoying, huh
Been told you stop' still throwing it
Been fold I still keep goin
f*cked off on ya man he ain knowing it, huh
Take the chop from his ass he ain blowin it
Rookies don't get respect from the field n*gga
Some sh*t don't make you a real n*gga
[Verse 2]
Tryna trick me, I ain't goin for that
pus*y boy tricks are for kids
On a slick opp' be on some gay sh*t, why that boy bit' gotta beard?
African homie got spears
Tryna hit solider boy and that pus*y come here
Missin my dawg' i still talk to em, but I cry when I realize he ain't here
Im onna earth without hot and ruth, what am I pose to do?
Huh, I'm number one I am not the two' doubt me is what not to do
Huh, strip that young n*gga from top to shoe lil n*gga we not cha crew
Huh, bit' tryna act like I'm not the truth' f*ck around and come knock ya boots
On a drill slide with a Glock or two
Runnin on time got a clock her to
Free trick the jail what that block a do
Had to show my hood' just what that Flocka do
Make a b*tch crazy, fasho what this c*ck would do
12 can't catch me with drugs I'ma show what sock a do
How you want me to hit it' she like bone in
Them boys gettin money, then we want it

Huh, like who is carly?
Why you recording me?
b*tch get off me, you annoying, huh
Been told you stop' still throwing it
Been fold I still keep goin
f*cked off on ya man he ain knowing it, huh
Take the chop from his ass he ain blowin it
Rookies don't get respect from the field n*gga
Some sh*t don't make you a real n*gga
[Outro]
You got a fast car
You got a fast car
You got a fast car
You got a fast car
You got a fast car
You got a fast car
You got a fast car
You got a fast car