FasTrack Lyrics

120 in a Buick, feel like fast track

Ex bitch call my phone, I don't backtrack

120 in a Buick, feel like fast track

Ex bitch, call my phone, I don't backtrack

I been out here getting money, what you mad at

Ain't no money hanging out, I got past that

People looking at me weird like I changed on em

I ain't change, I just ran up my change on em

Got fours, got money, got a chain on em

Had to stay in my lane, I remain foreign

I don't need no friends, cause I'm really poppin'

I get any bitch I want, cause I'm confident

30 on me, wish you would, cause I'm poppin' it

Real gangster in the pen, they be lockin' in

.38 no safety, no cockin' it

No shells, no L's, we just rocket ships

Steady sliding on these people with the hockey sticks

it's either PG or it's nothing who you rockin' with

I was raised by tough love, I don't love shit

I seen family turn on family, I don't trust shit

Mini Uzi, double clip for the fuck shit

For a chain, lose your life, better not touch this

120 in a Buick, feel like fast track

Ex bitch, call my phone, I don't backtrack

I been out here getting money, what you mad at

Ain't no money hanging out, I got past that

People looking at me weird like I changed on em

I ain't change, I just ran up my change on em

Got fours, got money, got a chain on em

Had to stay in my lane, I remain foreign

5, 10, 50 bands in my pocket (in my pocket)

Bitch, I talk shit, I don't talk on topic (not on topic)

I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody (I don't trust nobody)

Bitch, I don't want you, I just want your body (I just want your body)

People don't really want war with me

That hammer with me, that throw with me

My main stay home and do chores for me

Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me

People really poppin', bitch we really poppin'

50 in this clip, knocking people really droppin

Bitch, we really mob ties, bitch we really locked in

Do a challenge with this Glock, that's a baby line up

120 in a Buick, feel like fast track

Ex bitch, call my phone, I don't backtrack

I been out here getting money, what you mad at

Ain't no money hanging out, I got past that

People looking at me weird like I changed on em

I ain't change, I just ran up my change on em

Got fours, got money, got a chain on em

Had to stay in my lane, I remain foreign