PnB Rock - Fast Life lyrics

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PnB Rock - Fast Life lyrics

[Intro: PnB Rock] Oh yeah Yeah Yeah, uh [Chorus: PnB Rock] Racks on racks on racks, I got the bag I'm loadin' cash, my b**h she bad f** 12, runnin' red lights, I'm doin' the dash Young n***a got my bread right, so I'm livin' fast Racks on racks on racks, I got the bag I'm loadin' cash, my b**h she bad f** 12, runnin' red lights, I'm doin' the dash Young n***a got my bread right, so I'm livin' fast [Verse 1: Loso Loaded] I got them racks, they on me I got your b**h, she on me She with me now, lil' n***a We gettin' lit, lil' homie Diamonds on me bust down Young n***a poppin', boy look at me now Got fifteen K up out the house Done f**ed this sh** up, stand up on the couch Slap a n***a out for runnin' his mouth That ain't really what he 'bout I got racks and racks it came with the stack Brand new whip, it come with new paper tags Doin' millions, put that it down on my head Broke a** n***a, you ain't spendin' no cash Livin' like some crazy n***a might crash Pull up, serve a brick straight out the Jag' I ain't talking 'bout change, I ain't never been lame Pulled up to the flame, damn I love my brain These n***as Margielas, I don't do shoestrings Dat b**h wanna f**, run a choo-choo train [Chorus: PnB Rock] Racks on racks on racks, I got the bag I'm loadin' cash, my b**h she bad f** 12, runnin' red lights, I'm doin' the dash Young n***a got my bread right, so I'm livin' fast Racks on racks on racks, I got the bag I'm loadin' cash, my b**h she bad f** 12, runnin' red lights, I'm doin' the dash Young n***a got my bread right, so I'm livin' fast [Verse 2: Loso Loaded] Pull up on you, go two hundred Straight A n***a, f** a h*mo' I done grinded through the summer Started shinin' in the winter I'ma eat a hundred thousand just for dinner I got the bag, Loso Loaded never goin' out back f** the coppers, I'ma get on the gas If this rapper sh** don't work for a n***a Then we out here kicking dope for the pack Poppa say they ain't even know how to act Ninth ward, put this sh** on my back I get the bu*ter, put that on the bread All these hundreds, n***a check out the spread Off-white, put that sh** on my leg Twenty thousand, I put that on your head Get the pack and keep it goin', guess I took it, I ain't owin' Hesitation, I don't do it, I just wake up and get to it Forty thousand dollars shinin', put that sh** around my neck If she acting like a s*ut, I'ma treat her like a b**h [Chorus: PnB Rock] Racks on racks on racks, I got the bag I'm loadin' cash, my b**h she bad f** 12, runnin' red lights, I'm doin' the dash Young n***a got my bread right, so I'm livin' fast Racks on racks on racks, I got the bag I'm loadin' cash, my b**h she bad f** 12, runnin' red lights, I'm doin' the dash Young n***a got my bread right, so I'm livin' fast Yeah