Fast Lane

I live that fast life, I hope that I don’t crash
I’m in that fast lane but I’m just blowin' gas
If my trigger finger happy, I’ma blast on 'em
Fuck that bitch, ain’t give me shit, I put that glass on 'em
I don’t tuck my chain, I let them diamonds dance
And if you took my chain, that stick gon' make you dance
My brother told me, «fuck these niggas, let’s get these bands»
Like Call Of Duty, pop a nigga then pop a xan
I ain’t no rapper, I jus' be rappin' for my fam'
So lent the chopper, I’m still stickin' to the plan
She said she love me, I guess that I don’t feel the same
Lil Jdola on the beat, I go insane
Stay worryin' about a nigga but why you worryin' about what I do?
And I done been doin' that, why I move why I move
I’m slidin' with a action and you know it gon shoot
I’m saucin' on a nigga, now they say I got the juice
Lil mama wanna fuck all of my beats, I got the juice
Was postin' at the store, I have some work all in my shoes
My struggle and ambition, I know nobody don’t understand
Fuck these niggas, I’ma get these bands
Fuck these niggas, I’ma get these bands
I live that fast life, I hope that I don’t crash
I’m in that fast lane but I’m just blowin' gas
If my trigger finger happy, I’ma blast on 'em
Fuck that bitch, ain’t give me shit, I put that glass on 'em
I don’t tuck my chain, I let them diamonds dance
And if you took my chain, that stick gon' make you dance
My brother told me, «fuck these niggas, let’s get these bands»
Like Call Of Duty, pop a nigga then pop a xan
Every day, I’m gamblin' with my life
I like 'em all; bad bitches, they’re my type
And when they took my nigga, he ain’t die
Real nigga, I know he livin' in the sky
And all my rhymes tell you the story of my life
Took your bitch, now she wanna be my wife
And I don’t play no game, I’m too precise
It cost to be a boss and I’m like, «What's the price?»
Ain’t worried 'bout the law, just some tricks and double grab
I go to school, where they cut, I just left the trap
Whip another bankroll, but you ain’t never see a sale
I’m a young nigga, I be killin' it, I’m in my bag
I live that fast life, I hope that I don’t crash
I’m in that fast lane but I’m just blowin' gas
If my trigger finger happy, I’ma blast on 'em
Fuck that bitch, ain’t give me shit, I put that glass on 'em
I don’t tuck my chain, I let them diamonds dance
And if you took my chain, that stick gon' make you dance
My brother told me, «fuck these niggas, let’s get these bands»
Like Call Of Duty, pop a nigga then pop a xan