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letra de fast lane - sakitaro

[intro]
yuh, ayy, ooh
look, nah i ain’t coming in on that type of sh-t bruh
(sakitaro, this sh-t goes crazy bro)
ayy

flow hot and ready n-gga call me little caesars
got bands stacked up wallet wider than receiver
i got big guns n-gga don’t you play lil b-tch we ready
i got 40 choppas scoped at you like b-tch no you ain’t running uh

[verse 1]
he brought a knife n-gga i got a semi
i put it down jump him my boys got like remi
he pull out the tooley boy look like fooley
cuz i got extendo clips way taller than me

i speed in a rarri then switch to the bentley
i finished a blunt and i switch to the henny
i’m k!lling these beats n-gga turn em to kenny
i’m sipping on purp big cup likе vente

if a n-gga want smoke lil b-tch i’m rеady
broke n-gga want a loan his money ain’t steady
yeah know i tote a pole this sh-t get deadly
catch a n-gga on the go surprise confetti
told these n-ggas once before this sh-t get messy
body bags on the floor they coming in 20s
tryna catch a whip hit you like military
try to sn-tch my sh-t rose a belt no teddy uh yuh

[chorus]
huh hold up huh
i’m going 90 i need to just get fast lane
roll up huh
puff and i pass like your b-tch prolly should get her tracks straight
flow atomic n-gga rap like it’s urkraine
hoes on top a n-gga look like a freight train
call one her buddies and we do the same thing
i got a chopstick for n-ggas too low man

[verse 2]
aye
i just smoked an 8th up in the (8th up in the) coupe
that’s why i never play (i never play) i always shoot
i just spent a k (spent a k) on a booth
i swear these n-ggas fake (these n-ggas fake) like a cartoon

tryna get to robbing put that n-gga on the news
i swear i never miss my shot gone hit yeah f-ck the bloom
shoot him in the hip and make him trip like he on shrooms
learn your lesson miles away snipe em like it’s zoom
don’t got time for you lames i’m just tryna get through
all my main b-tches wining they catching a mood
i’m on my way to your b-tch fill her up like some food
gotta keep a k if i shoot know that ill i clear the room

i got racks on display all 4 ways like a tomb
in a museum
i’m playing the fake for these dudes they assuming
i’m great but i’ll shoot if you try me like who ran
you better get out of my face for i shoot man like-

[verse 3: extended verse]
i’m taking these drugs off for sending in my race to heaven
i’m thinking of thugs when i only thing for my discretion
ain’t come from the mud but i’ll be there without the right intentions
not thinking i would i but i’m still tryna correct my profession
ain’t nothing to me but i’m still tryna get the correct lesson
i’m building a dream only just to have a different ethic
like sacajawea, know when i shoot that my bullets they got right direction
i just want some weed, but not for the woman i just want to be out detention

- sakitaro

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