Fast Lane II Lyrics

I've been moving in the fast lane

You in last place

All this money in my damn face

It's so relaxing

You can see that I'm that nigga

Ain't no question asking

I need some weed I just put an opp in a glock coma

I guess that my Glock ran up on him

I got this bitch coughing like she got corona

Damn this bitch bad imma bone her

I'm not ET oh no I can't phone home her

She think Imma simp son like homer

I gotta pick up a pint Imma pour it

I hit the gas and I floor it

I hit the gas and I'm floating

I love my bitches they foreign

One state look like I'm touring

1k to book can't afford me

Leveled up all of my shorties

See the price and you know that it's going

Uuuup

Now she wanna

Fuuuuck

I can see

Wassup

She can't go

Noooo, ohhh

I did this shit all on my own

They watching me I gotta show

They plotting well I gotta pole

If you hating then you gotta gooooo

I've been moving in the fast lane

You in last place

All this money in my damn face

It's so relaxing

You can see that I'm that nigga

Ain't no question asking

Yeah

Oooooo

And I flip a 4 while I flip a show

1k to book me you know I won't go

These niggas pussy i swear they is hoes

I just be thinking like how that shit go

Uh

She wanna suck me like nicotine

Off of the hightech, know that she feeling me

Fuck with this shorty, until she sick of me

Off of the shrooms I just had an epiphany