FastLane!
Don't piss me off or you get clapped
Make hundred thousand double that
200 thousand back to back
Stacking cheese those fucking rats be dissing
They don't like my success
But it's "fuck em"
They get smacked
If they distract me from being the best
Aim at the backdoor
Never wave the flag
When its all about the pistols
They be aiming at my sister
But im living for this business
I ain't quitting for these bitches
Im killing my liver and my lung
Stacks get bigger and you get bombed
You get shot
You get popped
Never compete with the block
You piss me off and you get clapped
Make hundred thousand double that
200 thousand back to back
Stacking cheese those fucking rats be dissin
They don't like my success
But it's "fuck em"
They get smacked
If they distract me from being the best
Aim at the backdoor
Never wave the flag
I just smoke another ounce
I just smoke a fucking pound
Smoking legal since April
All these rappers that I grilled
They're copping grillz then getting killed
I'm kicking Drills to give you chills
You piss me off and you get clapped
Make hundred thousand double that
200 thousand back to back
Stacking cheese those fucking rats be dissin
They don't like my success
But it's "fuck em"
They get smacked
If they distract me from being the best
Aim at the backdoor
Never wave the flag
Stacking paper on repeat
When I start it's gonna be a real spill
High of the weed not that X-Pill
Chi-town drill like Sosa
Yeah I make my next mill'
I'm on fire
Blazing through the night
Fucked the bitch last night
Now her friend might be tight
Yeah I shoot em all to death
No emotions I just laugh
Blood on my shoes
Outfit worth a million
Everything is raf
Now I need to go way back
Get this fucking payback
I'm switching lanes
Hop on the track
Ride this wave I'm way too famous
Way too brave like I'm Yeezy
Yeah I piss on your grave
Spittin' heat just like I'm Yeat
But i'm the Kuke
Fuck them up!
Yeah I'm gonna drop this nuke
Got to many hoes
Own fashion shows
Smoking weed, only high's never lows
Recording the best parts than kick their ass like martial arts
Count them bands I'm the plug, Mr. Hands
We go ridin' In the Benz!
Make hundred thousand double that
200 thousand back to back
Stacking cheese those fucking rats be dissing
They don't like my success
But it's "fuck em"
They get smacked
If they distract me from being the best
Aim at the backdoor
Never wave the flag
When its all about the pistols
They be aiming at my sister
But im living for this business
I ain't quitting for these bitches
Im killing my liver and my lung
Stacks get bigger and you get bombed
You get shot
You get popped
Never compete with the block
You piss me off and you get clapped
Make hundred thousand double that
200 thousand back to back
Stacking cheese those fucking rats be dissin
They don't like my success
But it's "fuck em"
They get smacked
If they distract me from being the best
Aim at the backdoor
Never wave the flag
I just smoke another ounce
I just smoke a fucking pound
Smoking legal since April
All these rappers that I grilled
They're copping grillz then getting killed
I'm kicking Drills to give you chills
You piss me off and you get clapped
Make hundred thousand double that
200 thousand back to back
Stacking cheese those fucking rats be dissin
They don't like my success
But it's "fuck em"
They get smacked
If they distract me from being the best
Aim at the backdoor
Never wave the flag
Stacking paper on repeat
When I start it's gonna be a real spill
High of the weed not that X-Pill
Chi-town drill like Sosa
Yeah I make my next mill'
I'm on fire
Blazing through the night
Fucked the bitch last night
Now her friend might be tight
Yeah I shoot em all to death
No emotions I just laugh
Blood on my shoes
Outfit worth a million
Everything is raf
Now I need to go way back
Get this fucking payback
I'm switching lanes
Hop on the track
Ride this wave I'm way too famous
Way too brave like I'm Yeezy
Yeah I piss on your grave
Spittin' heat just like I'm Yeat
But i'm the Kuke
Fuck them up!
Yeah I'm gonna drop this nuke
Got to many hoes
Own fashion shows
Smoking weed, only high's never lows
Recording the best parts than kick their ass like martial arts
Count them bands I'm the plug, Mr. Hands
We go ridin' In the Benz!
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Writer(s): Hannes Heßel, Luke Konert
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