fast food in the whip

Running around, mmm That's for real, real, uhh I got wood from this bag like I'm Ben Shapiro Checked my bank account, and that shit still seven zeros Brand new paycheck, I already spent a kilo Boy, you acting sus, Ima call the Federal Bureau Investigation This a date to me, but for her a vacation I'm chill with them saying shit Long as there's respect, and they not fucking hating If you being retarded then you shouldn't feel safe, bitch Who made the rules here? Cause this some bullshit Stay on alert, cause my choppa can talk more shit If you talking down, Ima let it go quick Pump the bass way too loud with fast food in the whip Cop some fries, that shit damn hits Soda adds to the damage Bitch I feel like I'm that shit Pump the bass way too loud with fast food in the whip I can tell what seems fake and realistic And little boy, you are very distinguished Get a laugh out these hating ass bitches They deadass think they making a difference I come with the bars like America One fifth of incarceration, boy your brain is fucked On the spot, I'm gonna have this pussy make shit up Lying more cause he too petty to say he was Who made the rules here? Cause this some bullshit Stay on alert, cause my choppa can talk more shit If you talking down, Ima let it go quick Pump the bass way too loud with fast food in the whip Cop some fries, that shit damn hits Soda adds to the damage Bitch I feel like I'm that shit Pump the bass way too loud with fast food in the whip Yeah Bass way too loud with fast food in the whip