Fast Car - LUCKI

Aye whoa I can’t fuck witchu

Aye

Aye whoa I can’t fuck witchu

I’m gon' aye

I can’t fuck witchu

I’m gon' win her on, aye

Aye, woah

Ima gon' win her on

She here til' the mornin'

We can’t fuck witchu

Bitch ignore the truth

She gon' put them on

Might just want them on

Took my shirt for proof

I’m a addict truth

Purple magic, poof

Nod off actin' new

I won’t lie to you

I’m these other dudes

Bro just cut her loose

She just not for you

Who imagine bein' gone in a fast car

Aye, never hear a no cause she’s a sad broad

And I get a cut cause brodie tax frauds

Uber pull her home if she half job

Niggas talkin' reckless I could have y’all

Percocet for breakfast this my last time

Every single text looks like a jig-saw

Dash boy Escobar

Jumpman cut him loose

OG prayin' for em

He a demon too

Tell one lie to me

I’ll get rid of you

Hoe too nice to me

Think I’m sick of you

Who imagine bein' gone in a fast car

Whoa, aye, aye, whoa

Who imagine bein' gone in a fast car

Whoa, aye, whoa, aye

Whoa, aye, whoa ooh

Aye woah, aye aye