Fast Car Music (STAIN) — YBN Nahmir

I just wanna f**k, I don't love the birds (SantanaStar Beats, ayy)
Hop up in that coupe, Lamborghini swerve (Lamborghini swerve, swerve)
Smokin' all these blunts, almost hit the curb (Curb, nigga)
Ayy, when I hit the gas, I leave these niggas hurt (These niggas hurt)

Go hit a stain or somethin', nigga
You worried 'bout a b**ch? Go and hit a stain, nigga (Make some money)
Go dig that dead nigga up, pick 'em up
f**k that nigga and all that, all that
You know me, nigga, I'll fire, nigga
Fly niggas, send that address and all that
b**ch, we comin', takin' everything for the takin' there, nigga

I'm so f**kin' high, I might touch the moon
If she say she wanna f**k, I'm like, "Okay, boo" (Okay, boo)
Say she wanna suck a nigga dick, that b**ch do what it do (Suck my dick)
Me and Glitch been sh*ttin' on these niggas since we was in school (Was in school, nigga)
I'm back-to-back in traffic, me and gang slide, breakin' all the rules
My other b**ch be f**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, I, I was clutchin' on tools, actin' a fool
You know how I'm rockin', dude
My partner snaked me for them bands
So I keep one up 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 K's (On K's)
I be in Houston with Jay Prince and Drake (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' fo' neck
Tell bro kick her out if the b**ch take pics
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 (Nigga)

I just wanna f**k, I don't love the birds (Hit that b**ch)
Hop up in that coupe, Lamborghini swerve (Lamborghini swerve, swerve)
Smokin' all these blunts, almost hit the curb (Curb, nigga)
When I hit the gas, I leave these niggas hurt (These niggas hurt)

When I hit the gas, I make your lil' b**ch twerk (I make yo' lil' b**ch twerk)
Yeah, she know how to suck the dick, but she get up on my nerves
White Forgiatos on 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, nigga, bang, bang-bang