Fast car (feat. DFL Checo & Don Vic)
Driving around in a fast car
Pushing the wheel like it's nascar
Stunt in that bitch like a jaguar
I bet that they know we go mad hard
Making it rain ain't no backboard
Hang in the streets what you lack for
Baby you not what I asked for
Cause I'm tryna get to the bag more
Bad bitch back shots
Drum sticks pad locks
Spin through you block make it mad hot
You know that we skipped out on mad drops
Bitches they talk get they ass chopped
I'm chasing dreams to the last stop
Run in the mall let the bag drop
Leaving the mall with the tag popped
Just face it fear not
Raining tear drops
I showed you my pain you can't hear us
The truth is you never won't dare us
We come from the south we so fearless
Got motion in route can't be careless
They dancing tik tok
They pissed off kick rocks
Driving around in a fast car
Pushing the wheel like it's nascar
Stunt in that bitch like a jaguar
I bet that they know we go mad hard
Making it rain ain't no backboard
Hang in the streets what you lack for
Baby you not what I asked for
Cause I'm tryna get to the bag more
Got a hundred on the dash big forty on my waist
What they gonna say know that we come through we gone spray
Got em on my mind every single day I can't wait
Gotta get a bag every single day I gotta win
And they know I throw the ball like Brady when I'm in the game
When I'm in the rain gotta go and cop me a new chain
Just to heal the pain cause they don't feel the same
Fuck em anyway
They said that they'll be here from the start but now they switching lanes
This shit hit different when you get it from the bottom
Pockets getting fatter now we dripping in designer
They didn't fuck with us when we was at the bottom
Now we in the club popping bottles with our songs on
Been in the field we was chilling up at carters
That shit hit different when you realize what it was
And now they see me when I'm speeding in that nascar
I'm riding doly while I get up my thoughts
Driving around in a fast car
Pushing the wheel like it's nascar
Stunt in that bitch like a jaguar
I bet that they know we go mad hard
Making it rain ain't no backboard
Hang in the streets what you lack for
Baby you not what I asked for
Cause I'm tryna get to the bag more
Pushing the wheel like it's nascar
Stunt in that bitch like a jaguar
I bet that they know we go mad hard
Making it rain ain't no backboard
Hang in the streets what you lack for
Baby you not what I asked for
Cause I'm tryna get to the bag more
Bad bitch back shots
Drum sticks pad locks
Spin through you block make it mad hot
You know that we skipped out on mad drops
Bitches they talk get they ass chopped
I'm chasing dreams to the last stop
Run in the mall let the bag drop
Leaving the mall with the tag popped
Just face it fear not
Raining tear drops
I showed you my pain you can't hear us
The truth is you never won't dare us
We come from the south we so fearless
Got motion in route can't be careless
They dancing tik tok
They pissed off kick rocks
Driving around in a fast car
Pushing the wheel like it's nascar
Stunt in that bitch like a jaguar
I bet that they know we go mad hard
Making it rain ain't no backboard
Hang in the streets what you lack for
Baby you not what I asked for
Cause I'm tryna get to the bag more
Got a hundred on the dash big forty on my waist
What they gonna say know that we come through we gone spray
Got em on my mind every single day I can't wait
Gotta get a bag every single day I gotta win
And they know I throw the ball like Brady when I'm in the game
When I'm in the rain gotta go and cop me a new chain
Just to heal the pain cause they don't feel the same
Fuck em anyway
They said that they'll be here from the start but now they switching lanes
This shit hit different when you get it from the bottom
Pockets getting fatter now we dripping in designer
They didn't fuck with us when we was at the bottom
Now we in the club popping bottles with our songs on
Been in the field we was chilling up at carters
That shit hit different when you realize what it was
And now they see me when I'm speeding in that nascar
I'm riding doly while I get up my thoughts
Driving around in a fast car
Pushing the wheel like it's nascar
Stunt in that bitch like a jaguar
I bet that they know we go mad hard
Making it rain ain't no backboard
Hang in the streets what you lack for
Baby you not what I asked for
Cause I'm tryna get to the bag more
Credits
Writer(s): Francisco Santiago
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