Freestyle

I like fast cars something like a nascar
I like fast cars drive that shit like
Ok yah
Ok yah hey

Shoutout to my gang
Bitch you know the name
Big diamonds dancing out the motherfucking frame
You niggas really lame
Please don't come up in my lane
I just want the change
Give a fuck about the fame
And my shooters really shoot
That shit out the roof
Bitch I got the juice
Run up on me you gone lose
All I want is hunnits
Safe to say I got the blues
Oh you think you stunting
You got racks I got em too oh

Yah yah
Yah yah hey

I like fast cars
Something like a nascar
I like fast cars
Drive that shit like nascar
12 on my ass
Shit they just gone have to catch up
And I'm zooming past ya
Shoutout to my pastor
Smoking loud
I got green just like a pasture
On me now
Blue face hunnits and they racked up
Nigga I don't like you
I ain't never been a actor

My gang gotta eat
It's gone be a feast
And you know we balling
If you reach we gotta teach
We get to the dough
We got bread just like a wheat
I just spent a band
Ran it back in like a week
Run it back in like

Ooo ooo
Nigga why you watching how I move
I ain't stopping I got shit I gotta prove
You ain't rocking with the gang you niggas snooze
All you see is clouds floating out the roof
Ooo ooo
I want bands
Twenties, fifties, hunnits too
I like hunnits when they coming by the twos
Twos twos
Oh yah
Money on my mind can't sleep
Some days nigga I don't even eat
Gotta get it gotta stay on my feet
Big dope when you hit it go sleep
No crip but I double up C's
No blood but I ride big B's
Bad bitch my face her seat

I'm still stacking up
blue face stack it up
Think they passing us
City girls yea y'all acting up
I can't pass it up
Money calling I can't pass it up
Know niggas mad they pissed
Gotta get a all white patek bussed



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Writer(s): Malik Nairn
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