Fast & Furious Lyrics by Shoreline Mafia
I-I-I-I-I take a ho anywhere, but serious
Hellcat, Maybach, fast and the furious
I’m curious, do you suck *** on your period?
You sayin’, “No, we can’t link”, I’m not hearin’ it
He don’t wanna pay for the verse, I’m not clearin’ it
I sell a breath for Bitcoin and Ethereum
I throw the O like a triangle, pyramid
I’d keep a ratchet-sss ho that say period
I keep carrots 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
Get that *** out my face, I’m not eatin’ it, I’m beatin’ it
Put my- put my meat in it then deleting it
Ten toes down to the 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 believing it
Take a *** ***, don’t buy it back then I’m keepin’ it
I talk close 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 *** embracin’ it
Get the ***, smoke, roll it up and I been facin’ it
The opps favorite, get a trophy or I’m takin’ it
Take a *** ***, take her down and I’m takin’ it
The opps favorite, they hook like lids, we tryna catch a hat
Pull up on their block, they runnin’ track, let that *** 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
Pull up on him, make it grrt, that’d take that off
I’m tryna make that *** stretch, watch me scrape that off
I got trappers on the couch and money on the table (Table)
I keep *** 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 meatheder but she say she vegan (She vegan)
I spent a week with her, came back with like twenty G’s (With the Band-Aids)
Get creepy, on thier block tryna pop knocks (Tryna pop somethin’)
They know we run that bag up, boy, we not droppin’ (No, we not droppin’)
Four-feeezy, it’s gon’ leave a *** hop scotchin’ (Buh-buh)
Get the county PC’d up, that’s a odd option (Be a weirdo)
She like, it’s somethin’ different ’bout you, ’cause the joint in you (It’s the joint in you)
Lil’ trophy, she like Fenix, he a boy in it (He a boy)
I can’t go out like no ***, I’m finna blow strap (Blow it)
Ask around, they’d tell it, yeah, we on that (‘Cause know it)