She Bad!

This a fast life, bitch I'm in the fast lane I can't hit you back, I know you just want my clout babe Now I got my bag right, bitches want my last name Fuck her do the dash all these shawties are the damn same My money long, won't take no loss These other rappers only talk, I let them watch Knew since a kid I'd be a boss, I call the shots I got some 100's spend it all, feel like fuck the cost Make it back tomorrow, yeah She say I'm next tell her pull up to my set aye Collect the cheque now she taking off her dress aye Ain't tryna talk shawty off them drugs She just wanna fuck, she just a fan Cannot be your man, ain't no holding hands no Remember last year they ain't know my name Crazy how this life can change I will never be the same, shit Touch down I be winning like I'm Brady When I gotta clear my mind I smoke some woods up with your baby She a hottie from the 6 she tell me that she wanna date me Ever since I started rapping all these hoes been acting crazy, yeah They call me nice on the mic oh you like that? Take no advice 'cause I'm right all the time yeah Shawty tell me she in love She won't even get a hug She just wanna kiss and touch I cannot trust she gonna bust down She ain't ever seen my scars Know some bitches took my heart Tried to leave me in the dark I'm going far bitch, I'm a star now This a fast life, bitch I'm in the fast lane I can't hit you back, I know you just want my clout babe Now I got my bag right, bitches want my last name Fuck her do the dash all these shawties are the damn same My money long, won't take no loss These other rappers only talk, I let them watch Knew since a kid I'd be a boss, I call the shots I got some 100's spend it all, feel like fuck the cost Make it back tomorrow, yeah Your bitch just hit my line she saying that she love my songs Say she listen all the time and she just hope that I respond You be wishing while I grind another level's what I'm on They ride my dick 'cause every song I drop I never do no wrong Yeah they said I'll never make it that shit don't get to my head Told em I'ma let the music talk so I been saying less And I know you fuckers hate me 'cause I'm winning getting bread On the low you making music tryna be me save your breath They show me fake love Now I don't even know whats true I got some paper But I'm alone up on my coupe I heard you say some I know you see me making moves Right when i wake up i get to work don't hit no snooze Life changed so fast off the addy won't crash In the whip do the dash shouts out my homie Nash I'm counting fake friends too many they used to not feel me I don't want no fake love but i can't find the real thing This a fast life, bitch I'm in the fast lane I can't hit you back, I know you just want my clout babe Now I got my bag right, bitches want my last name Fuck her do the dash all these shawties are the damn same My money long, won't take no loss These other rappers only talk, I let them watch Knew since a kid I'd be a boss, I call the shots I got some 100's spend it all, feel like fuck the cost Make it back tomorrow, yeah