Famousdannyyy - Fast lane

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

Writers: Daniel Cazeau

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