Fast & Furious

[Intro: OhGeesy]
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: OhGeesy]
I'll take a ho anywhere, but serious
Hellcat, Maybach, Fast and the Furious
I'm curious, do you suck dick on your period?
You say no, we can't link, I'm not hearin' it
He don't wanna pay for the verse, I'm not clearin' it
I'll sell a brick for Bitcoin and Ethereum
I'll throw the O like a triangle, pyramid
I keep a ratchet-ass ho that say period
I keep carats in my mouth, vegetarian
I play with the fish scale, pescatarian
I got a car, it drive itself, I'm not steerin' it
I never run from the smoke, I'm not fearin' it
Bitch, get that pussy out my face, I'm not eatin' it, I'm beatin' it
Put my meat in it, then deleting it
Ten toes down to the ground, put my feet in it
I put the work, bend the pot and then I season it
I don't see it with my own eyes, I ain't believin' it
Take a nigga shit, don't buy it back, then I'm keepin' it
I talk codes on my phone, I'm so secretive
Lot of niggas hatin' on the kid and I be peepin' it, and hatin' it
'Cause I'm makin' it, they bitch embracin' it
Get the dope, smoke, roll it up and I been facin' it
The opps' favorite, get a trophy or I'm takin' it
Take a nigga bitch, take her down and I'm tapin' it

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
The opps' favorite, they look like Lids, we tryna catch a hat (Tryna catch one)
Pull up on they block, they runnin' track, let that nigga splat
Yeah, he used to by my dog, not no more, he a J-Cat (He a J-Cat)
Once you put that jacket on your back, you can't take that off (No, you can't)
If you talk about some racks, I can't take no loss (Ayy, ayy)
Pull up on him, make it grrt, they had to take that off (I'm tryna take that)
I'm tryna make that dope stretch, watch me scrape that off
I got choppers on the couch and money on the table (Table)
I keep bitches comin' in from every different angle (Different angle)
I like the way she use her mouth, but she ain't speakin' (Shh)
I watched her eat the meateder, but she say she vegan (Say she vegan)
I spent a week with her and came back with like twenty G's (Twenty Band-Aids)
Get creepy, on their block tryna pop knocks (Tryna pop somethin')
They know we run that bag up, boy, we not joggin' (No, we not joggin')
For a fee, it's gon' leave a nigga hop scotchin' (Baow, baow)
Hit the county PC'd up, that's a odd option (He a weirdo)
She like, "It's somethin' different 'bout you," 'cause the joint in me ('Cause the joint in me)
Real trophy, she like, "Fenix, he a boy in it?" (He a boy)
I can't go out like no bitch, I'm finna blow strap (I'm finna blow it)
Ask around, they'll tell it, yeah, we on that (Niggas know it)