Ybn Nahmir - Fast Car Music lyrics

[Chorus] I just wanna fu*k, I don't love the birds, ayy Hop up in that coupe, Lamborghini swerve, 'Vette Smokin' all these blunts, almost hit the curb, ayy When I hit the gas, I leave these ni**as hurt [Break] You don't understand somethin', ni**a You worried 'bout a b*tch? Go and hit a stain, ni**a Go get that there, ni**a, gotta pick 'em up fu*k that ni**a and all that, all that You know me, ni**a, I'll fire, ni**a Fly ni**as, send that address and all that b*tch, we comin', takin' everything for the takin', ni**a [Verse] I'm so fu*kin' high, I might touch the moon If she say she wanna fu*k, I'm like, "Okay, do it" Say she wanna su*k a ni**a dick, that b*tch do what it do Me and Glitch been sh*ttin' on these ni**as since we was in school I'm back to back in traffic, me and gang slidе, breakin' all the rules My othеr b*tch be fu*kin' all on our opps, I think they tryna move This thot ho was talkin', had my baby, I might just pop her too I was clutchin' on twos, actin' a fool You know how I'm rockin', dude My partner snaked me for the bean So I keep one tucked every time I'm steppin' out Ho, I bet he think I won't rub off the paint I'ma go take all the bands out the safe Might just go spend all my money on Ks I be in Houston with Jay Prince and Drake I'm smokin' big gas, hella blunts to the face My eyes super red like a ni**a got Mace'd Then I'm back to the trap with a lil' ho neck Tell [?] Slidin' in the Rolls Royce and it got tints Wanna be the man? Gotta kill your sh*t 'Cause I done been shot at by many men They had hope but he died in a ambulance They was shook when I hopped out that minivan Had those boys sh*ttin' all up in they pants [Chorus] I just wanna fu*k, I don't love the birds, ayy Hop up in that coupe, Lamborghini swerve, 'Vette Smokin' all these blunts, almost hit the curb, ayy When I hit the gas, I leave these ni**as hurt [Outro] When I hit the gas, I make your lil' b*tch twerk Yeah, she know how to su*k the dick but she get up on my nerves Buy Forgiatos or Monte Carlos, slide through the city, get murked They know I keep Glocks, though, that's in the Tahoe, with a big crib in the 'burbs Haha, ni**a, bang, bang-bang