[Intro]
Better be a ten (Fast Life)
Better be a ten, better get it in (Yeah, yeah)
Better drive bent, better have friend (Yeah, yeah)
Better Rowdy in it, better ride with him (Ra)

[Verse]
Bet I'm slidin' there, n***as slidin' there (Slidin' there)
N***as hidin' there, choppers flyin' there (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't got time for them if they ain't got time for bands (N***a)
N***a want five, took plus five, took plus three and wildin' it
And the n***a ain't got no sense, who bodies and who rich and poppin' shit?
Who really droppin' shit? Who not as lit?
Who fuckin' thot is this?
You n***as politics
Okay, let's go
I'm rockin' crimson, they still coppin' whips (Yeah, yeah)
Came off this bitch, still poppin' shit like a n***a ain't got no sense
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Like a n***a ain't got no sense), yeah, yeah, yeah
Like a n***a ain't got no sense
Popped the Glock like it ain't got no pin
I been slidin' in, jumpin' out on n***as, firin' ten
N***a, who wife is this? (Bop, bop)
N***a, who ride is this? (Brrt)
N***a, who slide is this? (Bop, bop)
We gon' die for this (Brrt)
N***as won't find the kid
I'm hidin' out up until all types of shit
And my ex can't fight my bitch
We jumpin' off jets, G5s, all types of shit
And a n***a don't like no shit
Don't give a fuck 'bout who don't like this shit
N***a, I'm on titan shit
I'm comin' through, I'm strikin' lightning, shit
N***a, I'ma fly this bitch
Head off 'fore she even try some shit
Try to snitch, try to catch a lick like I ain't out the bins
A n***a ain't got no sense
[Outro]
Yeah, a n***a ain't got no sense
These n***as ain't got no sense
These n***as ain't got no sense (Yeah, yeah)
Like a n***a ain't got no—
(Fast Life)
'Ko, play that shit