Fast Car Music

Serve the pack round and round it ain't nothing I got people across the states ain't no fronting Coppers on me up in AZ for pack that's nothing Father doing 10 from stunting Think I already said too much I think I know why bitches want me Keep it real like that nigga Bobby Took the charge look at y'all That shit ain't even haunt us Making plays nigga we thuggin' She think I'm funny nothing funny Only in it for the money Niggas stop and get put under We point that light he heard that thunder Dip the block dip the block Nigga mad his bitch know he not What we got we on top Ain't no one round here gone stop us nah Play with one of mine we gone pop You for the clout boy turn it off We see yo house boy we might shh Keep quiet that snitch gone talk Ain't gone speak on what I did for the block Major players and we move like some Raiders Pack to Georgia, Florida niggas some Gators My Texas hittas got my lean lady My Cali bitches make me seem catered These niggas be hating we pop out with flavor You a traitor nigga save it for David I don't wanna hear what they saying We catch 'em lacking and we making a stain Slide for fun it ain't no game We on go and we can't hang Can't hang with no niggas like D Russ they just barking and watching I bet yo main bro an imposter Gone get caught we gone off 'em Travis Barker, got a drum on a chopper Hang with gorillas and shottas She think I'm the one cuz I act like her father Just come test me boy I'm big poppa That nigga weak boy I'm a monster Stepping silent we gone creep when we walking Lil boy stop the talking Ain't impressed with that stress you be talking She ain't either had to dip in the closet Dip out keep on goin I'm balling Lean flowing whip the car bitch we rolling Challenge us nigga this a V motor Motorola when I push the pack over Moving states hit AZ for some motion Went to Vegas hit J5 for the potion Back to Cali I need some more shit Back to Cali I need some more shit