"Fast Dudes" lyrics

Yeah
So many fast dudes, nigga, I can start a dealership (Bitch)
Fuck nigga (Yeah, bitch)
You can't come around if you ain't gang, it's only members shit

So many fast dudes, nigga, I can start a dealership (On God)
You can't come around if you ain't gang, it's only members shit (You can't)
Niggas play my songs and be like, "I don't think y'all hearin' him"
She be gettin' cracked by everybody, that bitch a chicken head
Try to lay her down, fucked up and I missed the bed (Fuck)
Finna text my favorite ex and be like, "Bae, I miss the head" (Bae, I miss you)
The Draco like a hair stylist, this bitch don't miss a dread (It don't)
Ayy, who sellin' a pint bottle? I kind of miss the meds
Ridin' in a lil' eater, it's a five-seven (Uh-huh)
Not even a week later, it turned into a 'Cat (On God)
She said she don't be fuckin' when she first be meetin' niggas (She just talkin')
That same night, I took her home and turned her to a hat
Missionary, then she tried to kiss me, I turned her to the back
Niggas got on Fxce and I ain't get back, bro, imagine that (That shit sound crazy)
That nigga scary with his gun, so just imagine lack (It's over)
That nigga heard the Scat and fucked around and hopped the fence, huh
She playin' it crazy, but I know she wanna hop on dick
If it's just me and Zay, I already know that he gon' hop on tip (I'm knowin')
Nigga thought his shit was safe because he locked his whip (That's me)
Told her this a Bnb, this is not my crib (Bitch)
Got some shit that put niggas to sleep, I keep it by the bed
I usually had twelve pints of Quagen I keep inside the shed (On God)
Chrome Heart with the see-through lens, I feel like Malcolm X, huh
I ain't the type to argue with you 'cause I forgot to text, huh
You gon' have to call
How the fuck he upped the score and he ain't even have the ball? (Fuck?)
Have my nigga come walk you down, he ain't even have to jog
She said she wanna fuck, it just can't get back to dog, man, he better not piss me off
'Rango on the floor, you make this play and I might break you off (Yeah)
Twenty hoes on me, call up the gang 'cause I can't take 'em all (I can't)
I can't keep track of all my hoes, I'm finna make a log
This four-five a crossover, this bitch'll make you fall, huh
That's my secret weapon
Bless him with the Gen5, he got a seat to Heaven (Uh-huh)
I liked a picture and my bitch say, "You look so desperate"
Every girl that I done hit, man, I treated 'em so special (Swear to God)
Some wish they never met me (Fuck 'em)
Give me the heats, bruh, they don't ever check me (They don't)
This a 'Cat, put a C-H on the back, bro, they gon' have to catch me, huh (You get it?)
My lil' bitch so bad, but she always got me stressin'
Big-ass AR in the closet, it's built like Lisa Leslie
Hmm, nigga (Yeah)
Built like Lisa Leslie (Okay)
Big-ass AR in the closet built like Lisa Leslie
Nigga ask me, "How much for a track?" I'm like, "At least eleven"
We already got clientele, nigga, ain't no need for testers (Bitch)
Huh, nah, ain't no need for testers (It ain't)
I'm high as hell 'cause I was treatin' the drank like a beverage
If it ain't no motherfuckin' pape', then I don't even accept it

Yeah
It's with a X, nigga
Striker gang, striker boys, walk down gang
Know what the fuck goin' on
What up, Jay?