Fast Lane
Ay, ay, ay, ay
My pockets fat
They say I still ain't changed
I'm smokin' gas, I'm smokin' flavor gang
They be like, "What you do?"
I be like, "Juggin', mane"
Fell in love wit' cake
I swear I went insane
Posted wit' the gang, you was never gang
Your hoe, she ride the wave
I'm in the fast lane i ran up them racks
Now she want my last name
Never chased a hoe
That's why them racks came
Nigga think he gangster, pull his damn card
Just like my stick, don't got no damn heart
Yeah, nigga get to poppin'
Just like Pop Tart
Yeah, all my niggas on go just like go-kart
Yeah, a lot of these niggas pussy
Ain't got no heart
Yeah, fuck nigga know what's up wit' me
What's happenin'
Yeah, come around wit' that bullshit
Get to blammin'
Yeah, these niggas so pussy
Don't make no damn sense
Yeah, turnin' a nigga to past tense
Fuck nigga gotta go
Niggas hate, wanna hate me some more
I'm on that fuck shit, better lay low
When you havin' power, you have say, so
My pockets fat
They say I still ain't changed
I'm smokin' gas, I'm smokin' flavor gang
They be like, "What you do?"
I be like, "Juggin', mane"
Fell in love wit' cake
I swear I went insane
Posted wit' the gang, you was never gang
Your hoe, she ride the wave
I'm in the fast lane i ran up them racks
Now she want my last name
Never chased a hoe
That's why them racks came
Nigga think he gangster, pull his damn card
Just like my stick, don't got no damn heart
Yeah, nigga get to poppin'
Just like Pop Tart