[Intro: KJ Balla]
Yeah, huh
Yeah, huh
(Fast Life)
Yeah (Huh, yeah), yeah
Know the fuckin' vibes, n***a (Yeah, huh)

[Chorus: KJ Balla]
Back to back, we gon' pull up in a Wraith (Skrrt)
Put that boy in a grave
Black out the chop, put a Glock to his face
N***a, you die any day
Hop on a jet, take a flight to LA
Yeah, these n***as know how we play
These n***as copy the wave
Double-R, she feelin' like she in space
I fuck a bitch and I'm puttin' my mans on
Stuff 'em with bands when I'm puttin' my pants on
Came up from nothing, you know what I stand on
Yeah, Rus Balla got the thing drawn
Keep a TEC when I ride in the street, huh
I cannot die in the street, so I hop in the booth and I ride on the beat (Okay)
Got your shorty, she ridin' my meat (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Jay Gwuapo]
Talkin' hot, it could be murder today
Sturdy in the cut, get Sturdy away
Hop out, drive-bys
Wet it off and then we floodin' away
Rus Balla with the action, see an opp and he be fiendin' to put him away
Lil' bro too small to be pickin' and fightin', so he gon' go grip up the K
Fuck the talkin', we ain't hearin' it
Send a verse, my n***as clearin' it
We came up airin' shit
Fuck it, though, I had to handle it
Dick in her mouth, she can't handle it
I leave no space for no air in it
VVS on me iced out (Iced out)
Whenever we pull up, lights out (Lights out)
We might get to shooting, pipe down (Pipe down)
We might do your mans type wild (Uh)
Rap n***as tryna talk, get exposed
My brother gone, that shit hurt me the most
We find the killer, that boy gotta go
I put that on Sanai that we gon' make a show

[Verse 2: KJ Balla]
I keep a Glock in the Wraith (Baow)
I got your thot in the Wraith
Twenty thousand, you put that in your safe
Twenty thou' on my pockets today
Corlo Capo, that's really my hitter (That's fact)
If he shootin', I swear he won't miss him (Gllt, baow)
He just call me like, "Bro, we gon' spin him" (Okay)
So for Pop, we gon' smoke us a n***a
'Bout my business, ain't talkin' with n***as (At all)
If they play, we exposing them n***as (Fact)
Got your shorty, she rollin' with n***as
And she in the back and she blowin' a n***a
Pass her off, I'ma catch the assist (Okay)
Ron Sturdy, he sturdy and shit
He got a clip that hold thirty in it
See an opp and he blowin' that shit
[Chorus: KJ Balla]
Back to back, we gon' pull up in a Wraith (Skrrt)
Put that boy in a grave
Black out the chop, put a Glock to his face
N***a, you die any day
Hop on a jet, take a flight to LA
Yeah, these n***as know how we play
These n***as copy the wave
Double-R, she feelin' like she in space
I fuck a bitch and I'm puttin' my mans on
Stuff 'em with bands when I'm puttin' my pants on
Came up from nothing, you know what I stand on
Yeah, Rus Balla got the thing drawn
Keep a TEC when I ride in the street, huh
I cannot die in the street, so I hop in the booth and I ride on the beat (Okay)
Got your shorty, she ridin' my meat (Let's go)

[Outro]
(Fast Life)