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letra de fast lane freestyle - young daze

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
ayo, we in this b-tch, huh?
fast lane sh-t, ain’t no brakes, nah
gang sh-t only, let’s go

[verse]
i hit the gas, no stoppin’, no pit stops
hundred on the dash, opps duck when the clip drop
mask on tight, ain’t no talkin’, just big shots
hollows in the chamber, make his body do a tick-tock
fast lane livin’, ain’t no love for no weak sh-t
glock on my hip, big drum, make the street sick
talkin’ like he tough, now his mama gotta weep quick
forty leave him stiff, turn a opp into a remix
blood on my hands, but i still let the racks stack
feds on my line, so i switch up the cash app
he was talkin’ tough, now his face on a hashtag
spin through his block, let it ring like a flashback
ain’t no debate, b-tch, we slide with them ks out
run up on me wrong, now his brains gettin’ sprayed out
chopper turn his hoodie to a vest, he get laid out
catch him at his crib, knock his whole flag gate down
streets too cold, i ain’t trustin’ no weak link
beam on the pole, red dot, make his knees sink
money on his head, he a l!ck, he a free drink
took his whole pack, now his pockets on deep shrink
ayy, ridin’ in the fast lane, death round the corner
opps tryna creep, leave his body as a warnin’
talkin’ like you drill, but you sweet like a mormon
forty make him dance, leave his face on the pavement
[outro]
f-ck all that talkin’, we slide, we bustin’
catch him in traffic, his whip get to crumblin’
fast lane sh-t, i ain’t playin’, no bluffin’
gunpowder scent got me smellin’ disgusting

- young daze

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