Ya Boy - Fastlane lyrics
rate me[Hook]
Nigga your girl wanna ride, like a Lamborghini
So I put her in the fast lane,
I’m in the fast lane, I’m in the fast lane
I’m in the fast lane
I ain’t selling dope with my iPhone
That’s what I got my flip for
Sick of nigga like 3 thangs, I need 4 hunned, he zipped off
Baby come in, let’s pour up,
She got a man I’m like so what
She so thick and I’m so rich
She hopped in when I drove up
Guns big like lime backers
And they popping like fire crackers
That loud pack on an one way
For 2 pieces hit ... adders
Phone twerking like tweek that
You don’t get no respect
Got no words and no bitch niggas I ...
Need work, I surf you, going in like curfew
I’m on fire like birth food,
I want her and her too
I’m turnt up to the max bitch
Who I be you better ask bitch
Your last nigga was average
My money do gymnastics
[Hook]
All I know is hustle, you can show me nothing different
Sit back and my top down
I’m riding round and I’m getting it up
All up in they faces and they still can’t see me
Nigga your girl wanna ride, like a Lamborghini
So I put her in the fast lane,
I’m in the fast lane, I’m in the fast lane
I’m in the fast lane
That baby bottle ain’t for the babies
That 6 pack ain’t for the ladies
It’s going out and I’m going up
Getting hot like hot 80’s
White whip on white rims,
Bad bitch, she like skin
Boss up, we toss up,
Them same hoes you wifing
My dope be so high in
Bra, I’m like 5 in
Her pussy wet, dive in
She riding me, I drive in
Packs land, that afghan, move too quick
I need a toothpick
Cause bitch I’m eating like ...
All my whips be ruthless
Money coming like night fall,
Hope I’m making that right call
They say you only get one shot
Take one risk and I might ball
Fineds come till I close shop
My dough sale, your dope flop
Long flips, long gwap
I’m trapping out till I’m on top
[Hook]
All I know is hustle, you can show me nothing different
Sit back and my top down
I’m riding round and I’m getting it up
All up in they faces and they still can’t see me
Nigga your girl wanna ride, like a Lamborghini
So I put her in the fast lane,
I’m in the fast lane, I’m in the fast lane
I’m in the fast lane
Fast lane, bitch speed up
Big plate, tryina eat up
What you bringing to table
All you doing is smoking my weed up
And bad bitches need us
And my enemies need Jesus
No cash money, he hot boys in
Only jeweler can freeze us
Just watch them like matinees
My hoes bringing like a rack of day
It’s only real niggas over here,
All you fraud niggas go that a way
Bitch I’m wet like a ... laid up in the mandelay
You broke nigga chasing money
Guess it must have got away
Up to the money like everyday
Broke hoe please stay away
I’m a young nigga tryina ball out
Like mj in his hate day
I don’t give a fuck what they say
Cause everyday is payday
Get away and my money, it is going down like mayday!!
[Hook]
All I know is hustle, you can show me nothing different
Sit back and my top down
I’m riding round and I’m getting it up
All up in they faces and they still can’t see me
Nigga your girl wanna ride, like a Lamborghini
So I put her in the fast lane,
I’m in the fast lane, I’m in the fast lane
I’m in the fast lane.
