Fast Lane ft. TyKrazy Lyrics

Skrrt off on the narcs, they seen the tags, it's time to switch the V

Pop out in the Audi, shit fast as hell, this bitch 3.0T

Talk down all you want, just mad as fuck, you can't get next to me

I text old girl, I ask her how she doin', she want the best for me

Heard you got steppers over there, shit, who gon' step to me

Bout to call my cousin, Cheyenne, bad bitch, she said she 23

It's about four of us, that's not a lot, but I swear we like 120, Deep

Don't get out your body, tryna come bend this block, we leave you in that seat

Murder got two guns charges, He still riding around, tryna keep that heat

Nigga in the trap right now, tryna get the pack gone, he ain't gettin' no sleep

Bro gotta drop to a fuck nigga spot, he gon' wait out that bitch bout a week

Bro said he tired of bein' in the field, but it's time to put back on his cleats

But it's time to put back on his jersey

I ain't gon' cap, you gettin' straight kicked out the whip if you actin' too nervous

What the fuck is you doin'

aye told the bitch get da drop from da opp, so we close cam get him, where the fuck is you goin'

Aye lil' bro, try to slide on the block, with a 9m Ruger, boy what the fuck is you blowin'

Uh-huh, drive to the paint with the glock, make you think it's a ball, like what the fuck is you scorin'

6 AM, off the crack of the dawn, started grabbin' his cup, what the fuck is you pourin'

Sippin' dat, Wock on, Wock on, Wock on, Wock in the corner, a nigga start snorin

I had to kick the bitch right out the motherfuckin' spot, cause the bitch started actin' too boring

She said swxsh, you love me, I had to tell her I ain't lovin' no bitch, I'm in love with my money

Droppin' these hoes, the bitch started cryin' when she find out the nigga ain't givin' her money

I step with the pros, them nigga find out he got racks on her head, I'm collectin' the chip

These niggas always on live, till we get in the person, I see it, I'm bustin' your lip

Y'all claiming , y'all niggas int water, then come to the side, swear to God, we start rockin' and ship

That nigga was movin' too loose, when we walkin' the store, my younging ready to snatch off his hip

Krazy done hit my phone, said he makin' a run, fucked around, and he caught him a clip

Backend at the back of the phone, started poppin' his shit, said he ready to catch him a zip