Fast Lane - Young Freq, Kevin Gates, Starlito

In the fast lane I’m getting money

Run it up, run it up

And I ain’t no way on earth you take it from me

Let’s get this understood

On the block I love my hood

Every night I fight for dollars

In this bed I grind about it

My bitch gonna find the problem

Pay her no mind about it

My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it

No time to cry about it

And it ain’t no backing out

Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up

Real street nigga man

Street nigga won’t flex, see the jects, hit the fence

How we came up in that bottom

Drop top, top drop free my nigga, Lil Sprite

When he touch down I got em

Pledge allegiance to the to the money counter

2000 rocks is on the fucking counter

Bitch you with don’t give a fuck about her

Fucked her good but nothing done about it

Carter slept with number traffic rhyming

Narco trafficante, we a thousand

Cocaine on a table, fuckin mountain

Pouring syrup like a fucking fountain

Faucet orange, nigga prolly snoring

Nigga, Luca Brasi got the auction going

Plays the floor, I had a daily dose

You wanna pop the toaster when our pot be blowin

Shake back, rerock, shake back

Diddy in the kitchen water whippin nigga take that

Gay strap, waste that, sitting on the step

No bulletproof vest where the apes at, ate that

Stay cooking, nigga straight pussy

Try to take it from me I’ma face book them

Hit the line, Lito got 5 niggas

He supply green, I supply chickens

In the fast lane I’m getting money

Run it up, run it up

And I ain’t no way on earth you take it from me

Let’s get this understood

On the block I love my hood

Every night I fight for dollars

In this bed I grind about it

My bitch gonna find the problem

Pay her no mind about it

My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it

No time to cry about it

And it ain’t no backing out

Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up

Real street nigga, man

Came up on the dumb shit

Ak with the jay clip

Trade hate in the club with me

You can show love but don’t fuck with me

Little rocks and a plastic bag

We was chasing cars that was back to back

One of the few who’s reps is figure

For only know it some activists

Trash bags right now I’m texting for this

And I’m too strapped to relax

Two heats even know it’s just me

And I fit in the front, big mac in the back

Got a bitch so bad all she do is neck

Told her put it in your night

Now I ride paper till she hate me like a fake bed

Hood rich real shit

I prolly look poor in a foreign

Me and ???

sit in the four one leader

Literally pouring the form

Afford to be on me, at 4 in the morning

Out of time just get a show

Speed, gotta get back though

I got court in the morning, true story

In the fast lane I’m getting money

Run it up, run it up

And I ain’t no way on earth you take it from me

Let’s get this understood

On the block I love my hood

Every night I fight for dollars

In this bed I grind about it

My bitch gonna find the problem

Pay her no mind about it

My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it

No time to cry about it

And it ain’t no backing out

Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up

Real street nigga, man

45 on my hit double

Through the projects like Jesse James

Flamed up, never changed up

Got the same block and same gang

4 dudes, zero zero I’m a hood hero

Off moving kilos in a tress spot

With them straps out

Bout 100 ounces in grid locks

Hot dog get the backdoor, got a haunted nigga on hood jo

Grab one of her affiliated

Got cash money knocking at my door

Hold up I don’t trust nigga

If I show love I fucks with you

I grind hard with all star

With a pain lean in a foreign car

Real shit, all of my people on trill shit

Riding round screaming rock town

Like how do you feel bitch

In the fast lane I’m getting money

Run it up, run it up

And I ain’t no way on earth you take it from me

Let’s get this understood

On the block I love my hood

Every night I fight for dollars

In this bed I grind about it

My bitch gonna find the problem

Pay her no mind about it

My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it

No time to cry about it

And it ain’t no backing out

Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up

Real street nigga, man