Fast Life

Got me living that fast life

I think a nigga need to slow it down

Stack my paper get in and out

Niggaz know what I am talking about, yeah

Oh, might take your golds

Oh, might take your shit

Leave me your dope and your girl

Might pimp on that bitch

Got a tech and I'm sprayin

Look man, huh, I'm just sayin

Cause I'm smiling and bustin

Y'all bitches think that I'm playin

From the home of the trill

Cadillac and wood wheel

Bodies dropping when I'm p--p-poppin up in your grill

Give a shit how you feel

Bitch I'm cockin to buck

We could fight or just bust off these slugs

I could give a fuck, yeah!!

High gone off that dro

Bitch nigga what you know

So sick of being po' and tired

Then tired then po'

So get on flo'

Hoe, give me your dough

Oh catch the b-blow

From this uh forty-fo'

Me I be so tr-trill

In this C-Coupe Deville

Tr-Tryin to s-stack up a m-mill

Before I g-g-get killed

Boys snortin them hills

Girls poppin them pills

Trying to buy some la-love

In this world through dollar bills, yeah!!

Vibe to the beat

Bust a swisha sweet

Fill it up with dro

Nigga you know

What's about to take place in this smoked out atmosphere

All my real niggaz sing it loud

Smoke, smoke on

Get your swisha sweets nigga and

Smoke on, smoke on