[Intro]
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Starting from zero, got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make somethin'
Me, myself, I got nothing to prove
(Four3va)


[Chorus]
Huh, huh
Lot a shit changed not the same n***a
Rap n***as tryna be in competition I stay in my lane, i dont race n***as
Can't learn a thing for something they make believe, can't fuck with the fake n***as
I can't even sleep, my mission be all in my dreams' keep dreaming I chase n***as
Huh, like who is carly?
Why you recording me?
Bitch get off me, you annoying, huh
Been told her stop still throwing it
Bitch fold I said keep goin
Fucked off on ya man he ain knowing it, huh
Take the chop from his ass he ain blowin it
Rookies don't get respect from the field n***a
Shootin shit don't make you a real n***a
[Verse]
He ain really fam' but we got blood ties cus' I kill with em
We ain't even really got time for a n***a tryna play both sides, get spotted we deal' wit em
If they play all I know is go kill' n***a
See a fake loose screw' gonna go drill n***as
It's been hella shit throughout the week, ion know if I wanna go lean or go pill' n***a
Got charges can't get certain jobs, you want some pape' gotta go rob or go kill n***a
Label talm' bout half a Mil
If the paper work right then I'm signing that deal' n***a
Better get out the field, nah for real
If you don't you gon' get killed
Huh, i ain't duckin no smoke but I wanna see better shit I'm tryna live
Gotta car and a big ass crib, right next were his BM live
N***a steady bitin on my bitch don't be mad when you see me in ya BM crib
Bad young n***a use to hit up crip
Stay in the country now use to hit up deers
Hate me so bad, when I do something good they don't pick up that cup, tryna hit up' cheers

[Chorus]
Huh, like who is carly?
Why you recording me?
Bitch get off me, you annoying, huh
Been tossed up' still throwing it
Been fold I still keep goin
Fucked off on ya man he ain knowing it, huh
Take the chop from his ass he ain blowin it
Rookies don't get respect from the field n***a
Some shit don't make you a real n***a
[Verse 2]
Tryna trick me, I ain't goin for that
Pussy boy tricks are for kids
On a slick opp' be on some gay shit, why that boy bit' gotta beard?
African homie got spears
Tryna hit solider boy and that pussy come here
Missin my dawg' i still talk to em, but I cry when I realize he ain't here
Im onna earth without Hot and Ru, what am I pose to do?
Huh, I'm number one I am not the two' doubt me is what not to do
Huh, strip that young n***a from top to shoe lil n***a we not cha crew
Huh, bit' tryna act like I'm not the truth' fuck around and come knock ya boots
On a drill slide with a Glock or two
Runnin on time got a clock her to
Free trick the jail what that block a do
Had to show my hood' just what that Flocka do
Make a bitch crazy, fasho what this cock would do
12 can't catch me with drugs I'ma show what that socka do
How you want me to hit it' she like bone in
Them boys gettin money, then we want it

Huh, like who is carly?
Why you recording me?
Bitch get off me, you annoying, huh
Been told her stop still throwing it
Bitch fold I said keep goin
Fucked off on ya man he ain knowing it, huh
Take the chop from his ass he ain blowin it
Rookies don't get respect from the field n***a
Shootin shit don't make you a real n***a
[Outro]
You got a fast car
You got a fast car
You got a fast car
You got a fast car
You got a fast car
You got a fast car
You got a fast car
You got a fast car