Fast Car
Anti
Nash Effect
Ayy, woah, I can't fuck with you
Ayy, ayy, woah, I can't fuck with you, ayy
I'm gon', uh, ayy
I can't fuck with you, ayy
I'm gon' win her on, ayy, ayy
Ayy, woah
I'm gon' win her on, ayy
She here 'til the mornin', ayy
We can't fuck with you, ayy
Bitch, ignore the truth, ayy
She gon' put them on, ayy
Might just want them on, ayy
Took my shirt for proof, ayy
I'm a addict truth, ayy
Purple magic, poof, ayy
Nod off actin' new, ayy
I won't lie to you, ayy
I'm these other dudes, ayy
Bro just cut her loose, ayy
She just not for you, ayy
Woah, imagine bein' gone in a fast car, ayy, woah
Never hear a no 'cause she's a sad broad, ayy, woah
And I get a cut 'cause brodie tax frauds, ayy, woah
Uber pull her home if she half job, ayy, woah
Niggas talkin' reckless, I could have y'all, ayy, woah
Percocet for breakfast, this my last time, ayy, woah
Every single text looks like a jig-saw, ayy
Dash boy Escobar, ayy
Jumpman cut him loose, ayy
OG prayin' for 'em, ayy
He a demon too, ayy
Tell one lie to me, ayy
I'll get rid of you, ayy
Ho too nice to me, ayy
Think I'm sick of you, ayy
Woah, imagine bein' gone in a fast car
Woah, ayy, ayy, woah
Ayy, imagine bein' gone in a fast car
Woah, ayy, woah, ayy
Woah, ayy, woah, woah
Ayy, woah, ayy, ayy
Nash Effect
Ayy, woah, I can't fuck with you
Ayy, ayy, woah, I can't fuck with you, ayy
I'm gon', uh, ayy
I can't fuck with you, ayy
I'm gon' win her on, ayy, ayy
Ayy, woah
I'm gon' win her on, ayy
She here 'til the mornin', ayy
We can't fuck with you, ayy
Bitch, ignore the truth, ayy
She gon' put them on, ayy
Might just want them on, ayy
Took my shirt for proof, ayy
I'm a addict truth, ayy
Purple magic, poof, ayy
Nod off actin' new, ayy
I won't lie to you, ayy
I'm these other dudes, ayy
Bro just cut her loose, ayy
She just not for you, ayy
Woah, imagine bein' gone in a fast car, ayy, woah
Never hear a no 'cause she's a sad broad, ayy, woah
And I get a cut 'cause brodie tax frauds, ayy, woah
Uber pull her home if she half job, ayy, woah
Niggas talkin' reckless, I could have y'all, ayy, woah
Percocet for breakfast, this my last time, ayy, woah
Every single text looks like a jig-saw, ayy
Dash boy Escobar, ayy
Jumpman cut him loose, ayy
OG prayin' for 'em, ayy
He a demon too, ayy
Tell one lie to me, ayy
I'll get rid of you, ayy
Ho too nice to me, ayy
Think I'm sick of you, ayy
Woah, imagine bein' gone in a fast car
Woah, ayy, ayy, woah
Ayy, imagine bein' gone in a fast car
Woah, ayy, woah, ayy
Woah, ayy, woah, woah
Ayy, woah, ayy, ayy
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Abramson, Dakota Bradley, Clay Mills
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