LUCKI
Fast Car
[Intro]
(Antoine)
(Nash Effect)
Ayy, woah, I can't fuck with you
Ayy
Ayy, woah, I can't fuck with you
I'm gon'—ayy, ayy
I can't fuck with you
I'm gon' win her on, ayy, ayy
Ayy, woah

[Verse]
I'ma gon' win her on, ayy
She here 'til the morn', ayy
We can't fuck with you, ayy
Bitch ignore the truth, ayy
She gon' put them on
Might just want them on, ayy
Took my shirt for proof, ayy
I'm a addict truth, ayy
Purple magic, poof, ayy
Nod off actin' new, ayy
I won't lie to you, ayy
I'm these other dudes, ayy
Bro just cut her loose, ayy
She just not for you, ayy
Who imagine bein' gone in a fast car? Ayy, woah
Ayy, never hear a no cause she's a sad broad, ayy, woah
And I get a cut cause brodie tax frauds, ayy, woah
Uber pull her home if she half job, ayy, woah
N***as talkin' reckless, I could have y'all, ayy, woah
Percocet for breakfast this my last time, ayy, woah
Every single text looks like a jig-saw, ayy
Dash boy Escobar, ayy
Jumpman cut him loose, ayy
OG prayin' for em, ayy
He a demon too, ayy
Tell one lie to me, ayy
I'll get rid of you, ayy
Ho too nice to me, ayy
Think I'm sick of you, ayy
Who imagine bein' gone in a fast car?
[Outro]
Woah, ayy, ayy, woah, ayy
Imagine bein' gone in a fast car
Woah, ayy, woah, ayy
Woah, ayy, woah, ooh
Ayy, woah, ayy ayy