Fast Life

I'm in a rental
With a ski mask
I'm riding and ducking cameras

Finna pull up on lil luva
I need to swap out the hammer

If you with me
You be piecing
I still got love for the scammers

You gotta script
I'll cash you out
I becatching plays off the jammers

I ain't never fuck wit no thief
Nigga if we want something ill take it

Dis rap shit so fucking fake
I'll fuck around and don't make it

I rather go to war
To go spin a nigga
Before I play dum
And go fake it

Don't let find out where your heart at
I might fuck around go break it

Take a flight send another load
What's the ETA

Niggas know why I'm taking flights
Everyday like GTA

Niggas know I'm BVE
Don't fuck around get DOA

Big dawg still a bread winner
Fuck around to BOA

Stop calling my phone
Get in your car
Come get your bitch back

You better think w yo brain
If you act dum
You get your head cracked

If a nigga touch my brother
Til I die I'm still on get back
I heard dem making hits
But I ain't I'mpressed till Dey go hit back

If I ever sent you down to cop from cam
You know where 6 at

And you know I be uptown
So you know exactly where your bitch at

That nigga thought he was buff
Till he got 6 shots in his 6 pack
Everybody think they they tough
Till we push where they click at
Like Nigga where that shit at?

I don't know what you smoking
But i guarantee a nigga going die
If he play w my money

IM finna pull up over east
I can guarantee ima slide
You play w my dummies

If you wana be gang
Den go slide
I gotta see you front line
Do a nigga cruddy

I'm showing to da heads
Every where a nigga go
Bless a new junkie

I do da most for my bitch
Everyday I ain't have it
She helped a nigga hustle

So she can't wanting for shit
I go broke den I'll rob you niggas
For her bundles

I do da most for my blood
No lip boxing no talking
Nigga I'm pluck you

I'm in dis shit for my cuz
Turn your block into
James block off da muscle
Uh hold on

I'm trying out stay out da mix
I thought dese rappers was street
But da ones that I meet
Really act bougie Ass shit

Fuck the rap game
Cuz tell da truth I don't fit
I rather work for a brick

I don't give what nigga say
Dey Ont know me
Ima keep popping my shit

Uh hold on

Dey don't like getting started
Niggas can't talk about bars
I'm up with the stars
So show me who coming the hardest

If you get bagged
And I think you came home to quick
You gotta show me the charges

Niggas be going to jail
Cuz niggas be hot
Why y'all keep tipping the bloggers?

Uh uh uh

I'm in rental
With a skimask
I'm riding and ducking cameras

Finna pull up on lil luva
I need to swap out the hammer

If you wit me
You be piecing
I still got love for the scammers

You got a script
I'll cash you out
I be bussing plays off the jammers



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Writer(s): Demarco Wells
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