Fast Dudes lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
So many fast dudes, n*gga, I can start a dealership (b*tch)
f*ck n*gga (Yeah, b*tch)
You can't come around if you ain't gang, it's only members sh*t

[Verse]
So many fast dudes, n*gga, I can start a dealership (On God)
You can't come around if you ain't gang, it's only members sh*t (You can't)
n*ggas play my songs and be like, "I don't think y'all hearin' him"
She be gettin' cracked by everybody, that b*tch a chicken head
Try to lay her down, f*cked up and I missed the bed (f*ck)
Finna text my favorite ex and be like, "Bae, I miss the head" (Bae, I miss you)
The Draco like a hair stylist, this b*tch don't miss a dread (It don't)
Ayy, who sеllin' a pint bottle? I kind of miss the meds
Ridin' in a lil' еater, it's a five-seven (Uh-huh)
Not even a week later, it turned into a 'Cat (On God)
She said she don't be f*ckin' when she first be meetin' n*ggas (She just talkin')
That same night, I took her home and turned her to a hat
Missionary, then she tried to kiss me, I turned her to the back
n*ggas got on Fxce and I ain't get back, bro, imagine that (That sh*t sound crazy)
That n*gga scary with his gun, so just imagine lack (It's over)
That n*gga heard the Scat and f*cked around and hopped the fence, huh
She playin' it crazy, but I know she wanna hop on di*k
If it's just me and Zay, I already know that he gon' hop on tip (I'm knowin')
n*gga thought his sh*t was safe because he locked his whip (That's me)
Told her this a Bnb, this is not my crib (b*tch)
Got some sh*t that put n*ggas to sleep, I keep it by the bed
I usually had twelve pints of Quagen I keep inside the shed (On God)
Chrome Heart with the see-through lens, I feel like Malcolm X, huh
I ain't the type to argue with you 'cause I forgot to text, huh
You gon' have to call
How the f*ck he upped the score and he ain't even have the ball? (f*ck?)
Have my n*gga come walk you down, he ain't even have to jog
She said she wanna f*ck, it just can't get back to dog, man, he better not p*ss me off
'Rango on the floor, you make this play and I might break you off (Yeah)
Twenty hoes on me, call up the gang 'cause I can't take 'em all (I can't)
I can't keep track of all my hoes, I'm finna make a log
This four-five a crossover, this b*tch'll make you fall, huh
That's my secret weapon
Bless him with the Gen5, he got a seat to Heaven (Uh-huh)
I liked a picture and my b*tch say, "You look so desperate"
Every girl that I done hit, man, I treated 'em so special (Swear to God)
Some wish they never met me (f*ck 'em)
Give me the heats, bruh, they don't ever check me (They don't)
This a 'Cat, put a C-H on the back, bro, they gon' have to catch me, huh (You get it?)
My lil' b*tch so bad, but she always got me stressin'
Big-ass AR in the closet, it's built like Lisa Leslie
Hmm, n*gga (Yeah)
Built like Lisa Leslie (Okay)
Big-ass AR in the closet built like Lisa Leslie
n*gga ask me, "How much for a track?" I'm like, "At least eleven"
We already got clientele, n*gga, ain't no need for testers (b*tch)
Huh, nah, ain't no need for testers (It ain't)
I'm high as hell 'cause I was treatin' the drank like a beverage
If it ain't no motherf*ckin' pape', then I don't even accept it
[Outro]
Yeah
It's with a X, n*gga
Striker gang, striker boys, walk down gang
Know what the f*ck goin' on
What up, Jay?