Fast Lane Lyrics

Double stuff up in that joint, I ain't tryna feel none

I was tryna get it in

Yeah she swear I had enough

I been in and out that booth

I done came a long way from them slums

Infrared up on the block cause that shit covered up with blood

New bitch new fit I swear this the fast lane

My heart colder than a bitch so don't expect to last right

Wanna win u gotta watch me

But u can't copy my life

Purple rain in the cup mix that shit with my sprite

Left that bitch in the past she ain't wanna get right

I ain't stressing bout these hoes they never mine just my time

Give her Remy for the weekend

Got her geekin Fuck her once and we ain't speaking

Yea Ima demon Ok Spazz on em I been

On that road I'm booking shows no I won't crash on em

Had to cut em off I know some niggas that's gone blast on em

I got shit to prove got shit to lose so I'm gone last on em

Shoutout TGT, they ride for me, we count them bands better

They like famous, yeah a nigga miss the old you

Hopped up in that fast lane I'm gone have to show you

Got it out the mud Stacking up the band

This what it is, fuck what it was

She like why u you acting different can't explain what's understood

Big rocks in my ears, you can't get this from the hood

Big dreams, cash that check until my peoples living good

Big dreams, cash that check until my peoples living good

Double stuff up in that joint, I ain't tryna feel none

I was tryna get it in

Yeah she swear I had enough

I been in and out that booth

I done came a long way from them slums

Infrared up on the block cause that shit covered up with blood

New bitch new fit i swear this the fast lane

My heart colder than a bitch so don't expect to last right

Wanna win u gotta watch me

But u can't copy my life

Purple rain in the cup mix that shit with my Sprite