Fast & Furious Songtext
von Shoreline Mafia, OhGeesy & Fenix Flexin

Yeah
Yeah


I′ll take a ho anywhere, but serious
Hellcat, Maybach, Fast and the Furious
I'm curious, do you suck dick on your period?
You say no, we can′t link, I'm not hearin' it
He don′t wanna pay for the verse, I′m not clearin' it
I′ll sell a brick for Bitcoin and Ethereum
I'll throw the O like a triangle, pyramid
I keep a ratchet-ass ho that say period
I keep carats in my mouth, vegetarian
I play with the fish scale, pescatarian
I got a car, it drive itself, I′m not steerin' it
I never run from the smoke, I′m not fearin' it
Bitch, get that pussy out my face, I'm not eatin′ it, I′m beatin' it
Put my meat in it, then dеleting it
Ten toes down to thе ground, put my feet in it
I put the work, bend the pot and then I season it
I don′t see it with my own eyes, I ain't believin′ it
Take a nigga shit, don't buy it back, then I′m keepin' it
I talk codes on my phone, I'm so secretive
Lot of niggas hatin′ on the kid and I be peepin′ it, and hatin' it
′Cause I'm makin′ it, they bitch embracin' it
Get the dope, smoke, roll it up and I been facin′ it
The opps' favorite, get a trophy or I'm takin′ it
Take a nigga bitch, take her down and I′m tapin' it


The opps′ favorite, they look like Lids
We tryna catch a hat (Tryna catch one)
Pull up on they block, they runnin' track
Let that nigga splat
Yeah, he used to by my dog, not no more
He a J-Cat (He a J-Cat)
Once you put that jacket on your back
You can′t take that off (No, you can't)
If you talk about some racks, I can′t take no loss (Ayy, ayy)
Pull up on him, make it grrt
They had to take that off (I'm tryna take that)
I'm tryna make that dope stretch, watch me scrape that off
I got choppers on the couch and money on the table (Table)
I keep bitches comin′ in from every different angle (Different angle)
I like the way she use her mouth
But she ain′t speakin' (Shh)
I watched her eat the meateder
But she say she vegan (Say she vegan)
I spent a week with her and
Came back with like twenty G′s
(Twenty Band-Aids)
Get creepy
On their block tryna pop knocks
(Tryna pop somethin')
They know we run that bag up, boy
We not joggin′ (No, we not joggin')
For a fee
It′s gon' leave a nigga hop scotchin'
(Baow, baow)
Hit the county PC′d up
That′s a odd option (He a weirdo)
She like
"It's somethin′ different 'bout you,"
Cause the joint in me
(′Cause the joint in me)
Real trophy, she like, "Fenix
He a boy in it?" (He a boy)
I can't go out like no bitch
I′m finna blow strap (I'm finna blow it)
Ask around, they'll tell it, yeah
We on that (Niggas know it)