Fast Lane II

I've been moving in the fast lane
You in last place
All this money in my damn face
It's so relaxing
You can see that I'm that nigga
Ain't no question asking

I need some weed I just put an opp in a glock coma
I guess that my Glock ran up on him
I got this bitch coughing like she got corona
Damn this bitch bad imma bone her
I'm not ET oh no I can't phone home her
She think Imma simp son like homer
I gotta pick up a pint Imma pour it
I hit the gas and I floor it
I hit the gas and I'm floating

I love my bitches they foreign
One state look like I'm touring
1k to book can't afford me
Leveled up all of my shorties
See the price and you know that it's going

Uuuup
Now she wanna
Fuuuuck
I can see
Wassup
She can't go
Noooo, ohhh

I did this shit all on my own
They watching me I gotta show
They plotting well I gotta pole
If you hating then you gotta gooooo

I've been moving in the fast lane
You in last place
All this money in my damn face
It's so relaxing
You can see that I'm that nigga
Ain't no question asking
Yeah
Oooooo
And I flip a 4 while I flip a show
1k to book me you know I won't go
These niggas pussy i swear they is hoes
I just be thinking like how that shit go
Uh
She wanna suck me like nicotine
Off of the hightech, know that she feeling me
Fuck with this shorty, until she sick of me
Off of the shrooms I just had an epiphany



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Writer(s): Elijah Hall-crockett
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