Fuck Shit (Bitch) (Why am I not good enough?) They done fucked up, let us touch some money, now we touchin' hunnids Niggas act like they want smoke with Fast, but they really don't want it We gon'—, I got this shit put up like Trump, this shit make you jump Bitch, I got zaza in my blunt, bitch we rollin' runtz 'Post to have your blick inside the car, yo' shit in the trunk Pussy tried to stomp on luh S5, fast gang get you stumped I had the gang out with some hoes, they tryna' get me drunk Bitch, I can sell a junkie snow, got free gang for her I bet we bring out fuckin' sticks, bet we bring out blicks Broke ass nigga got COOGI on his fit, I still rock Off-White fits Bitch I might walk down with my blick, do walk-downs in my drip Pussy, I was somewhere else with blicks, somewhere else with sticks I'm in the hood with dirty shit, I can't fuckin' miss Caught me down bad, on these drugs, I couldn't catch my plate Promise I might run down in disguise, so you can't see my face (Why am I not good enough?) Pussy boy won't trap inside my hood, you know we buckin' plays I might drive down in a horseshoe, with lil' smash gang (I can name opioids) Wocky got me on that slo-mo, bitch I'm fast, gang Lil buddy caught the quickest kill ever, he havin' fast aim I might dunk the clip, 30, it got a rusty spring On this side, we got attachments, we got lazer beams Tryna' drop down with your money, run down for your bag Lil gang gon' find out he got paid, now he ain't got no cash 12 tried to snatch me up, but they missed me Uh, pourin' drugs inside the juice, shit got me pissy I really OD on these drugs, shit got me dizzy I might hop out' backseat, slime wheels, taxi Ha, you want zaza from the trap, bitch we taxing You won't buy them nigga' waves, just come join the Fast Bitch I got zaza in my blunt, this some 1000 gas She wan' eat my tats off my body, I ain't gon' fuckin' stop her (Why am I not good enough?) Bitch I'm on these drugs bad Lil' gang might text me when he got it, when he got the droppy (I can name opioids) Niggas can't have smoke with Fast, too, we fuckin' stop it They want lil' fast to calm down, but I'm steady poppin' I spread the B-roll on my arm, this shit stupid sloppy They wan' bring a villain out, so I'm poppin' out Late night, pop out, za, they can't smell me, hit his car Baby glizzy pop, this shit be loud, make a horror sound Promise gang got hella fuckin' rounds, bitch we blow out pounds Gotta get the bag, get the money, get the fuckin' guap I just might wake up, scam a nigga, I just fuckin' pop Pop out with that fast gang, that flash gang, it's fire gang Promise we got, phew, phew Promise I got, phew, phew Fuck Shit (Why am I not good enough?)