Fast Life Lyrics

Woah, ayy, you know we got gang in thisbitch n***a, woah, ayy

Ayy, n***a better move fast, cause if slow we gone catch 'em

I put a hundred on the dash, another thirty on my necklace

I was never up in class, I was on the yard with the extras

I test the bitch and she failed, but I gave her a E for the effort

Woah, we only know your name, cause when you was down, you was tellin

Bust for a hundred, get it rolly, I gotta buyer if you sellin

It ain't no kick when I bust, I swear this glock is a blessings

I told my n***a to leave the phone at the crib if he steppin

N***a better leave your phone at the crib if you comin

I thought he was gon' pop when he see me, now you runnin talkin

Block this, set that, but when I spin, you ain't on it , on a play take this

Grab that and pack it up if you want it , real L.A

N***a, I can't love you, I'd rather have you pay me

Don't wanna fuck, don't want no head, little bitch, just pay me

Ain't Givin time, I ain't even tryna talk, bitch, pay me

I ain't tryna link with no bitch unless she pay me, pay me

Yeah, it's a fast life, no punp fakin' we supposed to shoot

I make a bitch beat them feet, she only talk when she's spoken to

This n***a mad that his bitch chose?, that's what that motion do

I swear the glock too big for the bag, got it pokin through ,Dior bag for te Fnn and it pokin out , ima p I'll back hand a bitch if she talkin out

Keep a Glock nigga lookin like a lick when im walk-in out

He be talkin' Franko, this and he do that

What you talkin' bout, ayee

Woah, woah I been on some shit

You better greet me when you see me, ayy

Woah, woah I know I just made a bag

I need another cause I'm greedy, ah

Ah, woah I ain't wanna take the nigga bitch

But it was easy, ah Woah, ayy, ayy

And if you poppin' it on the gram

You better have it when you see me

It's a fast life, no pump fakin we supposed to shoot

I make a bitch beat them feet

She only talk when she's spoken to

Man this nigga mad, that his bitch chose, that's what that motion do

I swear the Glock, too big for the bag

Got it pokin' through

It's a fast life, no pump fakin we supposed to shoot

I make a bitch beat them feet

She only talk when she's spoken to

Man this nigga mad, that his bitch chose?, that's what that motion do

I swear the Glock, too big for the bag

Got it pokin' through

I swear to Glock, too big for the bag

Got it pokin' through

Dior bag for the FNN but it's a pokin out