(Fast life)

Huh, how would you like if I pulled up right beside of you?
Yeah, with my new nigga in a two-seater
Don't matter in the dms, yeah, you told her to come through
I bag you in it (yeah), but you ain't knew that's a game for two
I'm petty too, nigga
I ain't plan

Grrah, look
Where I'm from, it really get gritty
Grrah-grrah
Bitch, where I'm from, it really get gritty
She don't know me, she poppin' her tittie
It get mixy, I'm flocking the stitchy

Don't try to plot
'Cause them shottas be with' me
They gon' empty, it get ris