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fast car shit - diizii & thedirtybunny lyrics

[intro: icy kash]
bunny got a hit with this one, for real
three, two, one, go!

[bridge: slikadaice]
out the crib, we on some fast car sh*t, ayy
shiftin’ up fourth gear, on nascar sh*t, ayy
now i’ma let my mind drift, mind drift
mind drift, mind drift, okay (go!)

[chorus: slikadaice]
b*tch, you don’t make sense like you uncomfortably comfortable
it’s the message in the music, i don’t care what them numbers do
waiting for the day the people you are under are under you
like, you never take action, how you lettin’ them muzzle you?
one year, i did fail, but i was trappin’ that summer school

[verse 1: slikadaice]
don’t be changing up your words, i seen it first, was no huxtable
throw ‘em off a cliff and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout huxtable
but that b*tch, she high off d*ck and not no pill from no other dude (skrrt!)
money on my mind, lock me up away from residence (lock me up, lock me up)
‘cause what i think of all the time is dead presidents
dead presi’s on my mind all the time
yeah, then i put ‘em in my pocket
ain’t it sick? ain’t it dark? ain’t it gothic? (fah, fah)
ain’t a wizard, ain’t a goblin, ain’t a hobbit (fah, fah)
lord of the rings with this rap sh*t, man, i’m a prophet
goin’ tit for tat for my spot, nah, that ain’t a option (fah, fah)
how you still got beef with a b*tch? (b*tch ain’t tryna f*ck) call it oxen (she tryna fye, fye)
they been waiting on me to fail (b*tch ain’t tryna f*ck), but, b*tch, i’m stayin’ solid (she tryna fye, fye)
[chorus: slikadaice]
b*tch, you don’t make sense like you uncomfortably comfortable (straight up off that grey goose, bet i sound like plies)
it’s the message in the music (i got family ties), i don’t care what them numbers do (by the end of this, someone dies)
waiting for the day the people you are under are under you (kenshi vibes, you can’t look me in my f*ckin’ eyes)
like, you never take action, how you lettin’ them muzzle you? (i’m so* i’m so f*ckin’ tired of the f*ckin’ lies)
one year, i did fail, but i was trappin’ that summer school (i’m so* i’m so f*ckin’ tired of the f*ckin’ lies)

[segue: slikadaice & diizii]
b*tch, i’m on point every way like porcupines
yeah, yeah
yeah, ya life’s a mess, i’ll give ya a chance to organize (phew)
tryna f*ck, she tryna fye, fye
straight up off that grey goose, bet i sound like plies (he*he*he*he*he! go!)

[verse 2: diizii]
two b*tches in the whip, one is mine, the other’s my youngin’s (yeah)
this gat percussion, it got drum, so i keep it a hunnid (phew)
i’m not hearin’ what you sayin’, took the tool out and now you youngin’s runnin’
uh, hol’ on, y’all f*ckin’ buggin’ (the f*ck?)
got ‘em runnin’ fast, i’m pushin’ gas, but in the backseat (yeah, yeah)
y’all track stars when shots go off, the f*ck is this, a trackmeet? (fah*fah*fah)
i ‘on’ really like to get involved in rap beef (nah)
and they be all on my d*ck, they gon’ @ me (uh*huh)
and this mag’, it got a hunnid, b*tch, you got a thirty (huh)
every day, they be up on me, they be tryna hurt me (okay)
they wanna hate, but they listen? i know that they heard me (the f*ck?)
i be flowin’ clean, but if bunny on the beat, then it’s dirty (yeah)
faded visionaries, bunny, visionary and i’m faded (of course)
this sh*t really do or die, that’s the ultimatum (yeah)
like, y’all my f*ckin’ kids, i’m the creator (my kids)
bullet holes on a b*tch youngin’, it look like craters (fah*fah*fah)
she grip my d*ck, i grip the wheel, this some fast car sh*t (skrrt)
don’t talk behind my back, b*tch, y’all can suck my d*ck (yeah)
no h0m*, ‘cause my broad really do it, i love that sh*t
i gave the tool to her, she finna c*ck and pop some bl!cks (grr)
is you really tapped in or you just rappin’? (wassup?)
i’ll break her back in the back of a black benz (skrrt)
every time i’m tappin’ she say i’m packin’ (uh)
if the pockets bulgin’, then i got some fat bands (fasho)
i ‘on’ need no f*ckin’ plan, i’ll shoot at yo’ man (yeah)
and she love a morenito, b*tch, this not a tan (moreno)
this youngin’ heard gunshots, then he up and ran (yeah)
i do this rappin’ sh*t for my fam’ and just ‘cause i can (b*tch)

- diizii thedirtybunny lyrics

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