YBN Nahmir is here with “Fast Car Music”. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song produced by SantanaStar Beats.

Ybn Nahmir Fast Car Music

The YBN crew might be a thing of the past, but YBN Nahmir is pressing forward. The rapper started off in the industry with his partners by his side, but it’s been announced that Cordae and YBN Almighty aren’t operating as a group with Nahmir any longer. As his friends carve out their individual spaces in the Rap industry, Nahmir is doing the same, and on March 26, he’ll finally deliver his album Visionland.

In anticipation of the release of his forthcoming effort, Nahmir has dropped s single “Fast Car Music.” The energy of the track perfectly complements the title because this is certainly a song that is deserving high volumes in fast-moving vehicles (safely, of course). “Real N*ggas Like Fast Car Music, Bad B*tches Like Fast Car Music. Fast Car Music Out Now!” the rapper wrote over on Instagram. Stream YBN Nahmir’s latest and share your thoughts.

YBN Nahmir – Fast Car Music (prod. SantanaStar Beats)

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I just wanna fuck, I don’t love the birds, ayy
Hop up in that coupe, Lamborghini swerve, ‘Vette
Smokin’ all these blunts, almost hit the curb, ayy
When I hit the gas, I leave these niggas hurt

[Break]
You don’t understand somethin’, nigga
You worried ’bout a bitch? Go and hit a stain, nigga
Go get that there, nigga, gotta pick ’em up
Fuck that nigga and all that, all that
You know me, nigga, I’ll fire, nigga
Fly niggas, send that address and all that
Bitch, we comin’, takin’ everything for the takin’, nigga

[Verse]
I’m so fuckin’ high, I might touch the moon
If she say she wanna fuck, I’m like, “Okay, do it”
Say she wanna suck a nigga dick, that bitch do what it do
Me and Glitch been shittin’ on these niggas since we was in school
I’m back to back in traffic, me and gang slide, breakin’ all the rules
My other bitch be fuckin’ all on our opps, I think they tryna move
This thot ho was talkin’, had my baby, I might just pop her too
I was clutchin’ on twos, actin’ a fool
You know how I’m rockin’, dude
My partner snaked me for the bean
So I keep one tucked every time I’m steppin’ out
Ho, I bet he think I won’t rub off the paint
I’ma go take all the bands out the safe
Might just go spend all my money on Ks
I be in Houston with Jay Prince and Drake
I’m smokin’ big gas, hella blunts to the face
My eyes super red like a nigga got Mace’d
Then I’m back to the trap with a lil’ ho neck
Tell [?]
Slidin’ in the Rolls Royce and it got tints
Wanna be the man? Gotta kill your shit
‘Cause I done been shot at by many men
They had hope but he died in a ambulance
They was shook when I hopped out that minivan
Had those boys shittin’ all up in they pants

[Chorus]
I just wanna fuck, I don’t love the birds, ayy
Hop up in that coupe, Lamborghini swerve, ‘Vette
Smokin’ all these blunts, almost hit the curb, ayy
When I hit the gas, I leave these niggas hurt

[Outro]
When I hit the gas, I make your lil’ bitch twerk
Yeah, she know how to suck the dick but she get up on my nerves
Buy Forgiatos or Monte Carlos, slide through the city, get murked
They know I keep Glocks, though, that’s in the Tahoe, with a big crib in the ‘burbs
Haha, nigga, bang, bang-bang