For the Real Fast 5An5 lyrics

[Intro]
Plain and simple
F-F-Faint

[Verse]
n*gga better precede wit' caution, he'll be end up splat
And if I catch one of these opp n*ggas be walking, I'ma jump out in black
And I gotta have some za, I be drip as f*ck when I put in the gear
I gotta sit in the back with the guns, these n*ggas usually drivin'
When I push up better let me know who not to lick, lil' fast be wildin'
n*ggas ain't tryna get munyun for real, why the f*ck you in the field?
I woke up, got the call that June was dead, that sh*t had gave me chills
I’m outside wit' blick on me, I never ran
n*ggas say he bumped down on me
n*ggas say he bumped down on me, b*tch I’m still lit
Brought lil' buddy on a two man, he tryna steal sh*t
Where you get your guns from? Take us to the spot
n*ggas be hoes ain't never did sh*t, ain’t never got sh*t hot
n*gga my mama even know I got like ten guns at her spot
Lil' buddy might take yo' soul and at the end he might crack a smile
n*gga used to hidin', 'cause n*gga don’t be outside (F-F-Faint)
If I catch a n*gga walkin get his wig split
How you tellin' me we ain't ready?
How you tellin' me we ain't ready, my artillery heavy
Get behind some fast sh*t and crash whips for real
Oh your Trackhawk geeked up? Let me test drive
Damn, I got some fine sh*t in college
My lick was easy 'cause he had a purse and not a wallet
These n*ggas be moving wrong as f*ck, these n*ggas ain't got no knowledge
n*gga outside with blick on me you know I got a rocket
I ain't gon' cap, if I hear shots first I'ma duck then I start poppin'
[Outro]
f*ck