Fast food in the whip

[Intro]
Running around, mmm
That’s for real, real, uhh

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Who made the rules here? Cause this some bullshit
Stay on alert, cause my choppa can talk more shit
If you talking down, Ima lеt it go quick
Pump the bass way too loud with fast food in the whip
Cop some friеs, 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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Yeah
Bass way too loud with fast food in the whip