Lucki Fast Car Lyrics

Aye whoa I can't f*ck witchu
Aye
Aye whoa I can't f*ck witchu
I'm gon' aye
I can't f*ck witchu
I'm gon' win her on, aye
Aye, woah

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

Whoa, aye, aye, whoa
Who imagine bein' gone in a fast car
Whoa, aye, whoa, aye
Whoa, aye, whoa ooh
Aye woah, aye aye