Starlito - Fast Lane lyrics

Kevin Gates (hook): 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 When it's bad I grind about it My b**h gonna find the problem Pay her no mind about it My bills paid in advance and if not we dyin 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 n***a man [Verse 1: Kevin Gates] Street n***a won't flex, see the jects, hit the fence How we came up in that bottom Drop top, top drop free my n***a, Lil Sprite When he touch down I got em Pledge allegiance to the to the money counter 2000 racks is on the f**ing counter b**h you with don't give a f** about her f**ed her good but nothing done about it Hard to slap with nothin but traffic me Narco trafficante, we a thousand Cocaine on a table, f**in mountain Pouring syrup like a f**ing fountain Faucet orange, n***a prolly snoring n***a, 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 n***a take that Gates strap ,waste that, sitting on the step No bulletproof vest where the apes at, ate that Stay cooking, n***a straight p**y Try to take it from me I'ma face book them Hit the line, Lito got 5 n***as 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 When it's bad I grind about it My b**h gonna find the problem Pay her no mind about it My bills paid in advance and if not we dyin 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 n***a, man Came up on the dumb sh** Ak with the jay clip Trey eight in the club with me You can show love but don't f** with me I had little rocks and a plastic bag We was chasing cars that was back to back One of the few who's reps is figure If I 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 b**h so bad all she do is nag Told her put it in your name Now I ride paper till she hate me like a fake bed Hood rich real sh** I prolly look poor in a foreign Me and Gates sit in the foreign 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 When it's bad I grind about it My b**h gonna find the problem Pay her no mind about it My bills paid in advance and if not we dyin 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 n***a, man 45 on my hit double Through the projects like Jesse James Flamed up, never changed up Rep 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 gladlocks Hot dog get the backdoor, got a haunted n***a on hood jo Grab one of her affiliated Got cash money knocking at my door Hold up I don't trust n***a If I show love I f**s with you I grind hard with all star With a pain lean in a foreign car Real sh**, all of my people on trill sh** Riding round screaming rock town Like how do you feel b**h 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 When it's bad I grind about it My b**h gonna find the problem Pay her no mind about it My bills paid in advance and if not we dyin 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 n***a, man