Fast Car lyrics

[Intro]
Young Chop on the beat
SOD
Stacks on Deck
Soulja, Soulja
Fast cars (Soulja, swag)

[Verse]
Yeah, I like them fast cars (Skrt, skrt, yeah, I like them fast cars)
Pull up in that black car (Skrt, skrt, beep, beep)
I love my Bentley 'cause it's a fast car (I love my Bentley 'cause it's a fast car, beep)
My n*ggas love to see them fast cars (Skrt, beep beep beep, skrt, fast car)
I like fast money and fast cars (I like fast money and fast cars, shh)
I like fast money and fast cars (Skrt, skrt, love it)
I'm goin' hard, I'm goin' in (Skrt, yeah, skrt, skrt)
My hood wanna see me win (My hood wanna see me win)
I pull up in that black thang (I pull up in that black thang, beep, beep, beep)
Two pistols like I'm Max Payne (Bang, two pistols like I'm Max Payne)
b*tch, you know that I'm 'bout a check (b*tch, you know that I'm 'bout a check)
Got a Porsche sittin' on my neck (Shawty, shawty, got a Porsche sittin' on my neck)
And yo' n*ggas wanna draw my set (And yo' n*ggas wanna draw my set)
And yo' b*tch wanna give me neck (And yo' b*tch wanna give me neck, skrt)
I'm in my fast car, I'm gettin' head (Skrt, skrt skrt skrt skrt, Soulja, Soulja, Soulja)
And my car cost an arm and leg (Oh, and my car cost an arm and leg)
b*tch, I swag and I low post (Get 'em, xan with that lean, f*ck these n*ggas)
Shout out to my n*ggas on the West Coast (Skrt)
AK wit' the beam, South Side, Cook County (Beep, skrt, beep)
On yo' head, put a f*ckin' bounty (On yo' head, put a f*ckin')
Smokin' purp, drivin' fast as f*ck (Skrt, skrt, uh, drivin')
And that lean got me throwin' up (Get 'em, xans, get 'em)
Then you got the digi-dash (Man, f*ck 'em, real sh*t)
b*tch, I swerved, I almost crashed (b*tch, I swerved, I almost crashed)
Reppin' fo' my n*ggas (Reppin' fo' my n*ggas)
Still smokin' swishas (Still smokin' swishas, oh)
SOD, that's the gang
b*tch, I pull up in that black thang
Sleep next to a choppa 'cause I know they watchin'
Keep my third eye open 'cause I know they plottin'
A young ghetto n*gga, you can label me a baby G
Young SOD, VIP, all eyes on me
Down to make it happen, this sh*t could get tragic
Ten chains, five rangs, I'm the swag daddy
n*ggas mad at me, we can beef gladly
AK47 in handy
b*tch ass n*gga, I'ma catch you on the one-way
n*gga, I'ma let yo' ass have it, gunplay
SOD gang, what it is? We some bosses
And we pull up big body, we flossin'
n*gga straight tatted, cheat code gone so savage
Loco off Four Lokos when we swervin' off in traffic
f*ckin' wit' my campaign, I'ma leave you in a casket
Get yo' ass dumped wit' bullets like a basket
I'm Soulja Boy, I'm savage, I'm Simpset Road, Zone 1, b*tch
n*ggas talk that f*ck sh*t, but I'm just gettin' money
Countin' up my funds and you know that I'm out there
So much money on me, gotta keep a money counter
I'm gone