fast food in the whip Lyrics

Running around, mmm

That's for real, real, uhh

I got wood from this bag like I'm Ben Shapiro

Checked my bank account, and that shit still seven zeros

Brand new paycheck, I already spent a kilo

Boy, you acting sus, Ima call the Federal Bureau Investigation

This a date to me, but for her a vacation

I'm chill with them saying shit

Long as there's respect, and they not fucking hating

If you being retarded then you shouldn't feel safe, bitch

Who made the rules here? Cause this some bullshit

Stay on alert, cause my choppa can talk more shit

If you talking down, Ima let it go quick

Pump the bass way too loud with fast food in the whip

Cop some fries, that shit damn hits

Soda adds to the damage

Bitch I feel like I'm that shit

Pump the bass way too loud with fast food in the whip

I can tell what seems fake and realistic

And little boy, you are very distinguished

Get a laugh out these hating ass bitches

They deadass think they making a difference

I come with the bars like America

One fifth of incarceration, boy your brain is fucked

On the spot, I'm gonna have this pussy make shit up

Lying more cause he too petty to say he was

Who made the rules here? Cause this some bullshit

Stay on alert, cause my choppa can talk more shit

If you talking down, Ima let it go quick

Pump the bass way too loud with fast food in the whip

Cop some fries, that shit damn hits

Soda adds to the damage

Bitch I feel like I'm that shit

Pump the bass way too loud with fast food in the whip

Yeah

Bass way too loud with fast food in the whip