Fast Car Music (STAIN) – YBN Nahmir

I just wanna fuck, 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 bitch? Go and hit a stain, nigga (Make some money)
Go dig that dead nigga up, 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’ there, nigga

I’m so fuckin’ high, I might touch the moon
If she say she wanna fuck, I’m like, “Okay, boo” (Okay, boo)
Say she wanna suck a nigga dick, that bitch do what it do (Suck my dick)
Me and Glitch been shittin’ 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 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, 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 bitch take pics
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 those boys shittin’ all up in they pants (Nigga)

I just wanna fuck, I don’t love the birds (Hit that bitch)
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’ bitch twerk (I make yo’ lil’ bitch 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