Yeah
So many fast dudes, nigga, I can start a dealership (bitch)
F*ck nigga (yeah, bitch)
You can't come around if you ain't gang, this only member shit
So many fast dudes, nigga, I can start a dealership (on God)
You can't come around if you ain't gang, this only member shit
Niggas play my songs and be like, "I don't think y'all hearin' him"
She be gettin' cracked by everybody, that bitch a chicken head
Try to lay her down, f*cked up, and I missed the bed
Finna text my favorite ex and be like, "Bae, I miss the head"
The Draco like a hair stylist, this bitch don't miss a dread
Ayy, who sellin' a pint bottle? I kind of miss the meds
Ridin' in a lil' eater, it's a five-seven
Not even a week later, it turned into a 'Cat (on God)
She said she don't be f*ckin' when she first be meetin' niggas
That same night, I took her home and turned her to a hat
Missionary, then she tried to kiss me, I turned her to the back
Niggas got on Fxce and I ain't get back, bro, imagine that
That nigga scary with his gun, so just imagine lack
That nigga hurt his Scat, f*cked around and hopped the fence
Huh, she playin' it crazy, but I know she wanna hop on dick
If it's just me and Zay, I already know that he gon' hop on tip
Nigga thought his shit was safe because he locked his whip
Told her this a BNB, this is not my crib
Got some shit that put niggas to sleep, I keep it by the bed
I usually had twelve pints of Quagen I keep inside the shed
Chrome Heart with the see-through lens, I feel like Malcolm X
Huh, I ain't the type to argue with you 'cause I forgot to text
Huh, you gon' have to call
How the f*ck he upped the score and he ain't even have the ball?
Have my nigga come walk you down, he ain't even have to jog
She said she wanna f*ck, it just can't get back to dog
Man, he better not piss me off
Rango on the floor, you make this play and I might break you off (yeah)
Twenty hoes on me, call up the gang, 'cause I can't take 'em all (I can't)
I can't keep track of all my hoes, I'm finna make a log
This four-five a crossover, this bitch'll make you fall
That's my secret weapon
Blessed him with the Gen 5, he got a seat to Heaven
I like a picture of my bitch, say, "You look so desperate"
Every girl that I done hit, man, I treated 'em so special
Some wish they never met me (f*ck it)
Give me the heats, bro, they don't ever check me (they don't)
It's a 'Cat, put a CH on the back, bro, they gon' have to catch you
My lil' bitch so bad, but she always got me stressin'
Big-ass AR in the closet, it's built like Lisa Leslie (yeah)
Built like Lisa Leslie (okay)
Big-ass AR in the closet built like Lisa Leslie
Nigga asked me, "How much for a track?" I'm like, "At least eleven"
We already got clientele, nigga, ain't no need for testers
Huh, nah (yeah), ain't no need for testers (it ain't)
I'm high as hell 'cause I was treatin' the drank like a beverage
If it ain't no motherf*ckin' pape', then I don't even accept it
Yeah
It's with a X, nigga
Striker Gang, Striker Boys, Walk Down Gang
Know what the f*ck goin' on
What up, Jay?
Babyfxce E - Fast Dudes Lyrics
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Yeah
So many fast dudes, nigga, I can start a dealership (bitch)
F*ck nigga (yeah, bitch)
You can't come around if you ain't gang, this only member shit
So many fast dudes, nigga, I can start a dealership (on God)
You can't come around if you ain't gang, this only member shit
Niggas play my songs and be like, "I don't think y'all hearin' him"
She be gettin' cracked by everybody, that bitch a chicken head
Try to lay her down, f*cked up, and I missed the bed
Finna text my favorite ex and be like, "Bae, I miss the head"
The Draco like a hair stylist, this bitch don't miss a dread
Ayy, who sellin' a pint bottle? I kind of miss the meds
Ridin' in a lil' eater, it's a five-seven
Not even a week later, it turned into a 'Cat (on God)
She said she don't be f*ckin' when she first be meetin' niggas
That same night, I took her home and turned her to a hat
Missionary, then she tried to kiss me, I turned her to the back
Niggas got on Fxce and I ain't get back, bro, imagine that
That nigga scary with his gun, so just imagine lack
That nigga hurt his Scat, f*cked around and hopped the fence
Huh, she playin' it crazy, but I know she wanna hop on dick
If it's just me and Zay, I already know that he gon' hop on tip
Nigga thought his shit was safe because he locked his whip
Told her this a BNB, this is not my crib
Got some shit that put niggas to sleep, I keep it by the bed
I usually had twelve pints of Quagen I keep inside the shed
Chrome Heart with the see-through lens, I feel like Malcolm X
Huh, I ain't the type to argue with you 'cause I forgot to text
Huh, you gon' have to call
How the f*ck he upped the score and he ain't even have the ball?
Have my nigga come walk you down, he ain't even have to jog
She said she wanna f*ck, it just can't get back to dog
Man, he better not piss me off
Rango on the floor, you make this play and I might break you off (yeah)
Twenty hoes on me, call up the gang, 'cause I can't take 'em all (I can't)
I can't keep track of all my hoes, I'm finna make a log
This four-five a crossover, this bitch'll make you fall
That's my secret weapon
Blessed him with the Gen 5, he got a seat to Heaven
I like a picture of my bitch, say, "You look so desperate"
Every girl that I done hit, man, I treated 'em so special
Some wish they never met me (f*ck it)
Give me the heats, bro, they don't ever check me (they don't)
It's a 'Cat, put a CH on the back, bro, they gon' have to catch you
My lil' bitch so bad, but she always got me stressin'
Big-ass AR in the closet, it's built like Lisa Leslie (yeah)
Built like Lisa Leslie (okay)
Big-ass AR in the closet built like Lisa Leslie
Nigga asked me, "How much for a track?" I'm like, "At least eleven"
We already got clientele, nigga, ain't no need for testers
Huh, nah (yeah), ain't no need for testers (it ain't)
I'm high as hell 'cause I was treatin' the drank like a beverage
If it ain't no motherf*ckin' pape', then I don't even accept it
Yeah
It's with a X, nigga
Striker Gang, Striker Boys, Walk Down Gang
Know what the f*ck goin' on
What up, Jay?
So many fast dudes, nigga, I can start a dealership (bitch)
F*ck nigga (yeah, bitch)
You can't come around if you ain't gang, this only member shit
So many fast dudes, nigga, I can start a dealership (on God)
You can't come around if you ain't gang, this only member shit
Niggas play my songs and be like, "I don't think y'all hearin' him"
She be gettin' cracked by everybody, that bitch a chicken head
Try to lay her down, f*cked up, and I missed the bed
Finna text my favorite ex and be like, "Bae, I miss the head"
The Draco like a hair stylist, this bitch don't miss a dread
Ayy, who sellin' a pint bottle? I kind of miss the meds
Ridin' in a lil' eater, it's a five-seven
Not even a week later, it turned into a 'Cat (on God)
She said she don't be f*ckin' when she first be meetin' niggas
That same night, I took her home and turned her to a hat
Missionary, then she tried to kiss me, I turned her to the back
Niggas got on Fxce and I ain't get back, bro, imagine that
That nigga scary with his gun, so just imagine lack
That nigga hurt his Scat, f*cked around and hopped the fence
Huh, she playin' it crazy, but I know she wanna hop on dick
If it's just me and Zay, I already know that he gon' hop on tip
Nigga thought his shit was safe because he locked his whip
Told her this a BNB, this is not my crib
Got some shit that put niggas to sleep, I keep it by the bed
I usually had twelve pints of Quagen I keep inside the shed
Chrome Heart with the see-through lens, I feel like Malcolm X
Huh, I ain't the type to argue with you 'cause I forgot to text
Huh, you gon' have to call
How the f*ck he upped the score and he ain't even have the ball?
Have my nigga come walk you down, he ain't even have to jog
She said she wanna f*ck, it just can't get back to dog
Man, he better not piss me off
Rango on the floor, you make this play and I might break you off (yeah)
Twenty hoes on me, call up the gang, 'cause I can't take 'em all (I can't)
I can't keep track of all my hoes, I'm finna make a log
This four-five a crossover, this bitch'll make you fall
That's my secret weapon
Blessed him with the Gen 5, he got a seat to Heaven
I like a picture of my bitch, say, "You look so desperate"
Every girl that I done hit, man, I treated 'em so special
Some wish they never met me (f*ck it)
Give me the heats, bro, they don't ever check me (they don't)
It's a 'Cat, put a CH on the back, bro, they gon' have to catch you
My lil' bitch so bad, but she always got me stressin'
Big-ass AR in the closet, it's built like Lisa Leslie (yeah)
Built like Lisa Leslie (okay)
Big-ass AR in the closet built like Lisa Leslie
Nigga asked me, "How much for a track?" I'm like, "At least eleven"
We already got clientele, nigga, ain't no need for testers
Huh, nah (yeah), ain't no need for testers (it ain't)
I'm high as hell 'cause I was treatin' the drank like a beverage
If it ain't no motherf*ckin' pape', then I don't even accept it
Yeah
It's with a X, nigga
Striker Gang, Striker Boys, Walk Down Gang
Know what the f*ck goin' on
What up, Jay?
Writer: Efrem Blackwell
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.