Fast Lane

Ay, ay, ay, ay

My pockets fat, they say I still ain't changed
I'm smoking gas, I'm smoking flavor gang
They be like, "What you do? ", I be like, "Jugging, mane"
Fell in love with' cake, I swear I went insane
Posted with' the gang, you was never gang
Your hoe, she ride the wave, I'm in the fast lane
I ran up them racks, now she want my last name
Never chased a hoe, that's why them racks came
Nigga think he gangster, pull his damn card
Just like my stick, don't got no damn heart
Yeah, nigga get to popping just like Pop-Tart

Yeah, all my niggas on go just like go-kart
Yeah, a lot of these niggas pussy, ain't got no heart
Yeah, fuck nigga know what's up with' me, what's happening
Yeah, come around with' that bullshit, get to blamming
Yeah, these niggas so pussy, don't make no damn sense
Yeah, turning a nigga to past tense
Fuck nigga gotta go
Niggas hate, wanna hate me some more
I'm on that fuck shit, better lay low
When you having power, you have say, so

My pockets fat, they say I still ain't changed
I'm smoking gas, I'm smoking flavor gang
They be like, "What you do? ", I be like, "Jugging, mane"
Fell in love with' cake, I swear I went insane
Posted with' the gang, you was never gang
Your hoe, she ride the wave, I'm in the fast lane
I ran up them racks, now she want my last name
Never chased a hoe, that's why them racks came
Nigga think he gangster, pull his damn card
Just like my stick, don't got no damn heart
Yeah, nigga get to popping just like Pop-Tart