I'm in the coupe in the whip
And I hope I don't crash yeh
Mixing and mixing this liquor
I'm off my ass yeah
Came off a hell of a year
Now I'm in my bag yeh
Now I walk in I cop shit
And I don't check the tag yeh
Now I'm livin in the fast lane
Sometimes I just do shit and I don't even think
I work hard I had to struggle just to maintain
I remember last year I used to go insane
Nowadays I go get to the bag
She calling me wonder cause I count the bread
Ask Beavis You know I got hoes
I dont f*ck on these thots I get nun but head
I go and name ya bitch miracle
She all in my whip and her legs get spread
She be trippin off Xans
She act like a zombie like the walking dead
My bitch a Tesla
Yours a accord
She sail the dick like a ship
Hop aboard
I count that money when I'm bored
Ya hoe a dragon get slayed with the sword
Gotta stay focused like I am a Ford
She drop to her knees and she pray to the lord
She did her job
She get a trophy
Bitch open your mouth and you get a reward
Life is moving so fast
I swear life is feelin like 2 on dash
Run to the money like I am flash
Get mad I want green Like Im hulk smash
She a icky Vicky on me
I f*ck on that hoe to my bro I pass
Y'all keep y'all gun stashed
I keep it where I can go get to it at
Yeh I'm livin in the fast laaaaane
Sometimes I just do shit and I don't even think
I worked hard I had to struggle just to maintain
I f*ck exotic hoes you f*ckin wit a plain Jane
I'm a New York nigga and she love my drip yeh
F*ck on that hoe all night still can't get a kiss yeh
You don't know who I am ignorance is bliss yeh
After I nut on that hoe she get dismissed yeh
She on Percocet she on molly
She start to trip yeh
I'm just high off life
Don't need drugs to be hip yeh
Niggas dont try me
I keep steph curry on my hip yeh
Niggas just flex
I got sub zero on my wrist yeh
I'm in Yeezy boosts
I just walk in wit the juice
I'm a solid young nigga
And I'm just chasing them figures
And I'm a honest nigga
I don't be chasin them bitches
They see me in college nigga
But I'm not takin no pictures
Ha fast lane
Fast lane
Fast lane
That girl want my last name
Ha ha fast lane
Fast lane
Fast lane
Crashed my Beamer that's a damn shame
Stevo - Fast Lane Lyrics
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I'm in the coupe in the whip
And I hope I don't crash yeh
Mixing and mixing this liquor
I'm off my ass yeah
Came off a hell of a year
Now I'm in my bag yeh
Now I walk in I cop shit
And I don't check the tag yeh
Now I'm livin in the fast lane
Sometimes I just do shit and I don't even think
I work hard I had to struggle just to maintain
I remember last year I used to go insane
Nowadays I go get to the bag
She calling me wonder cause I count the bread
Ask Beavis You know I got hoes
I dont f*ck on these thots I get nun but head
I go and name ya bitch miracle
She all in my whip and her legs get spread
She be trippin off Xans
She act like a zombie like the walking dead
My bitch a Tesla
Yours a accord
She sail the dick like a ship
Hop aboard
I count that money when I'm bored
Ya hoe a dragon get slayed with the sword
Gotta stay focused like I am a Ford
She drop to her knees and she pray to the lord
She did her job
She get a trophy
Bitch open your mouth and you get a reward
Life is moving so fast
I swear life is feelin like 2 on dash
Run to the money like I am flash
Get mad I want green Like Im hulk smash
She a icky Vicky on me
I f*ck on that hoe to my bro I pass
Y'all keep y'all gun stashed
I keep it where I can go get to it at
Yeh I'm livin in the fast laaaaane
Sometimes I just do shit and I don't even think
I worked hard I had to struggle just to maintain
I f*ck exotic hoes you f*ckin wit a plain Jane
I'm a New York nigga and she love my drip yeh
F*ck on that hoe all night still can't get a kiss yeh
You don't know who I am ignorance is bliss yeh
After I nut on that hoe she get dismissed yeh
She on Percocet she on molly
She start to trip yeh
I'm just high off life
Don't need drugs to be hip yeh
Niggas dont try me
I keep steph curry on my hip yeh
Niggas just flex
I got sub zero on my wrist yeh
I'm in Yeezy boosts
I just walk in wit the juice
I'm a solid young nigga
And I'm just chasing them figures
And I'm a honest nigga
I don't be chasin them bitches
They see me in college nigga
But I'm not takin no pictures
Ha fast lane
Fast lane
Fast lane
That girl want my last name
Ha ha fast lane
Fast lane
Fast lane
Crashed my Beamer that's a damn shame
And I hope I don't crash yeh
Mixing and mixing this liquor
I'm off my ass yeah
Came off a hell of a year
Now I'm in my bag yeh
Now I walk in I cop shit
And I don't check the tag yeh
Now I'm livin in the fast lane
Sometimes I just do shit and I don't even think
I work hard I had to struggle just to maintain
I remember last year I used to go insane
Nowadays I go get to the bag
She calling me wonder cause I count the bread
Ask Beavis You know I got hoes
I dont f*ck on these thots I get nun but head
I go and name ya bitch miracle
She all in my whip and her legs get spread
She be trippin off Xans
She act like a zombie like the walking dead
My bitch a Tesla
Yours a accord
She sail the dick like a ship
Hop aboard
I count that money when I'm bored
Ya hoe a dragon get slayed with the sword
Gotta stay focused like I am a Ford
She drop to her knees and she pray to the lord
She did her job
She get a trophy
Bitch open your mouth and you get a reward
Life is moving so fast
I swear life is feelin like 2 on dash
Run to the money like I am flash
Get mad I want green Like Im hulk smash
She a icky Vicky on me
I f*ck on that hoe to my bro I pass
Y'all keep y'all gun stashed
I keep it where I can go get to it at
Yeh I'm livin in the fast laaaaane
Sometimes I just do shit and I don't even think
I worked hard I had to struggle just to maintain
I f*ck exotic hoes you f*ckin wit a plain Jane
I'm a New York nigga and she love my drip yeh
F*ck on that hoe all night still can't get a kiss yeh
You don't know who I am ignorance is bliss yeh
After I nut on that hoe she get dismissed yeh
She on Percocet she on molly
She start to trip yeh
I'm just high off life
Don't need drugs to be hip yeh
Niggas dont try me
I keep steph curry on my hip yeh
Niggas just flex
I got sub zero on my wrist yeh
I'm in Yeezy boosts
I just walk in wit the juice
I'm a solid young nigga
And I'm just chasing them figures
And I'm a honest nigga
I don't be chasin them bitches
They see me in college nigga
But I'm not takin no pictures
Ha fast lane
Fast lane
Fast lane
That girl want my last name
Ha ha fast lane
Fast lane
Fast lane
Crashed my Beamer that's a damn shame
Writer: Steven Callender
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid