Fast Cars Lyrics

I'm the type of guy who steals your bitch Call you in the mornin' with a 7-year itch

I ain't gonna touch it, straight waste of trash Let me find out that she robbed the cash

The things they hustle, money and drugs I run the block, supposed to pull the plug

Down on crack, y'all the homies be cappin' Put on my set, cause these feds be tappin

Lower your guard, put your hands on the wall Cops got your pen, you're about to fall

Stop talkin' bout clout, you sucker-ass rat Here comes the attack, shaped in the back

Let me guess how this beat is rollin' I'm on a train, this track ain't stolen

I'm the type of guy who's dressed in black I creep through the hood, here comes the jack

I'm the type of guy who'll save the block My reason was easy, to avenge the block

I'm a smoke like coal, I run proof to fire Your life's a jamble, you're a stupid liar

Fast lane, fast cars, crash cars, we stars Fast lane, fast cars, we stars, crash cars

In the fast lane, we slidin' We drivin', car-divin

Black from the past, I'm back here ridin' We ridin', car-divin

Smooth like a pent, I creep and crawl I'm in it for the money, we tryin' to haul

I'm a trigger-happy psycho, I'm stalled all day I woke up last night, I smelled like decay

Bodies on the floor, tied up in plastic The kick of this beat is crazy, boobastic

I'm the type of guy who'll shut up your car I run these streets like a superstar

Automatic weapons sprangin' like a hose My coffin is ready, I'll drop the black rose

Let me pose for the news at ten Another sucker, back to the pen

I'm runnin' and cuttin', I'm ruthless and clean I'll make my escape to the borderine tree

As I'm thinkin' this day, lost the translation The bass kicks hard with infatuation

Fast lane, fast cars Crash bars, we stars

Fast lane, fast cars We stars, crash bars

In the fast lane, we slidin' We drivin', car-divin

Black from the past, I'm back here ridin' We ridin', car-divin

Killers on the front, got it up in smoke I'll make my exit, I ain't no joke

Pummies on the set, but their pockets broke Back to the trap post, grab the coke

Hit me, I'm no cap, I'm chillin' Like a bill on a bus, I make a billion

I can't stop with all this violent crap He's the king of the streets, I'm this gangsta rap