R8

[Intro: Jay Gwuapo]
Huh, huh
(Fast Life)
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Jay Gwuapo]
RJ, R8
Or he might go hop in the 550
If I know he ain't shooting, he not with me
Only ten in the clip, this is not 50
Rus Balla chilled out
But don't make that nigga come slide with me
Bending blocks in the Audi, I hang out the passenger
He keep on throwing them shots with me

[Verse 1: Jay Gwuapo]
Hold on
Tell me the nigga that act up
I call up Doola, he spin in the Uber
But fuck it, though, bro comin' masked up
Say you got killers and you in the field
But y'all got no bodies that add up
Papi my brother, he Crippin' for real (He Crippin' for real)
But most of my niggas throw hats up
I put an opp in the blunt, roll the gas up (Uh)
I'm tryna raise all the stats up
Rus Balla eat, if he food, he get packed up
You ain't immaculate, why you don't MAC up?
Hop out a Range, I can't hop out a black truck
Who would be dumb to come try and attack us?
We finished with him, his body get wrapped up
I'm making money and building the trap up (Uh)

[Chorus: Jay Gwuapo]
RJ, R8
Or he might go hop in the 550
If I know he ain't shooting, he not with me
Only ten in the clip, this is not 50
Rus Balla chilled out
But don't make that nigga come slide with me
Bending blocks in the Audi, I hang out the passenger
He keep on throwing them shots with me

[Verse 2: KJ Balla]
My shooter be throwing them shots with me
If I pull up, I bring the whole block with me
Walking around with a Glock on me
One call and them bodies gon' drop for me
Couple youngins, they spinning the block for me
For that bag, you know how they rock for me
Got a baddie, she sending the drop (Sending the drop)
If you lacking, we hitting his top (Gang, gang)
I keep a tool on me
Twenty thousand on some jewelry (Jewelry)
They can never make a fool of me (Fool of me)
Water drippin' like a pool on me (Pool on me)
Wait (Yeah, yeah)
I call up Gwuapo, he bringing hoes to the mansion, we got 'em dancing (Said we got 'em dancing)
K Balla gon' slide in the 550
And I'm probably gon' flex the McLaren (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Jay Gwuapo]
RJ, R8
Or he might go hop in the 550
If I know he ain't shooting, he not with me
Only ten in the clip, this is not 50
Rus Balla chilled out
But don't make that nigga come slide with me
Bending blocks in the Audi, I hang out the passenger
He keep on throwing them shots with me