Fast Car Music (STAIN)

I just wanna fuck, 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 niggas hurt You don't understand somethin', nigga You worried 'bout a bitch? Go and hit a stain, nigga Go get that there, nigga, gotta pick 'em up Fuck that nigga and all that, all that You know me, nigga, I'll fire, nigga Fly niggas, send that address and all that Bitch, we comin', takin' everything for the takin', nigga I'm so fuckin' high, I might touch the moon If she say she wanna fuck, I'm like, "Okay, do it" Say she wanna suck a nigga dick, that bitch do what it do Me and Glitch been shittin' on these niggas since we was in school I'm back to back in traffic, me and gang slide, breakin' all the rules My other bitch be fuckin' 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 nigga got Mace'd Then I'm back to the trap with a lil' ho neck Tell bro, took a ride to the pea state Slidin' in the Rolls Royce and it got tints Wanna be the man? Gotta kill your shit '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 them boys shittin' all up in they pants I just wanna fuck, 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 niggas hurt When I hit the gas, I make your lil' bitch twerk Yeah, she know how to suck 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 Hey bang, bang-bang