Fast Lane
CyHi The Prynce
GENRE
[Hook]
[Verse One: Cyhi the Prynce]
Ok my life should be a high speed chase
I speed whenever I see cake
Levi's 38, on my D I C K
I stay fly, the G5 need brakes
So B I G great
How the T I P taste?
Without the FBI and DA
Nigga I see space
So far gone I see Drake (waddup)
Twist fruit, shorty I chief Crepes
East side freeway
Man I could’ve died, Cuz each day is an adventure
Shouts out to Bob-by Ray
Left my momma house at 16
Told her I'll be straight
Got caught with 10 pounds of loud
Whipped the trial and beat state
So now I'm on the Audobon
With an an auto nine
I’m in Central Europe and still on Chicago time
With a model dime, tryna swallow mine
And if she in your car its cuz im out in mine
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm chasing Euros, plural
Zero, to these hoes you niggas heroes
Weirdos, I dont drink hard liquor
All I do is wine, like I was a year-old
I don't got a lot of friends, cuz I fear those
Who get jealous cuz they bank account ain't near yours
(huh)
And I all I fuck is queer hoes
So when I disappear I don't have to hear an earload
I just tell her I be back hunny
Cuz fast money don't last money
You cats bummy
I get paper and now you act funny
They grill you on TV
Ask Jonny, Black, Pontiac
In the H O V
Bumpin Hip-H O P
I'm on my eighth O Z
Me and all my barbados free
And i charge em for the dick
San Diego heat
[Hook]
[Verse One: Cyhi the Prynce]
Ok my life should be a high speed chase
I speed whenever I see cake
Levi's 38, on my D I C K
I stay fly, the G5 need brakes
So B I G great
How the T I P taste?
Without the FBI and DA
Nigga I see space
So far gone I see Drake (waddup)
Twist fruit, shorty I chief Crepes
East side freeway
Man I could’ve died, Cuz each day is an adventure
Shouts out to Bob-by Ray
Left my momma house at 16
Told her I'll be straight
Got caught with 10 pounds of loud
Whipped the trial and beat state
So now I'm on the Audobon
With an an auto nine
I’m in Central Europe and still on Chicago time
With a model dime, tryna swallow mine
And if she in your car its cuz im out in mine
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm chasing Euros, plural
Zero, to these hoes you niggas heroes
Weirdos, I dont drink hard liquor
All I do is wine, like I was a year-old
I don't got a lot of friends, cuz I fear those
Who get jealous cuz they bank account ain't near yours
(huh)
And I all I fuck is queer hoes
So when I disappear I don't have to hear an earload
I just tell her I be back hunny
Cuz fast money don't last money
You cats bummy
I get paper and now you act funny
They grill you on TV
Ask Jonny, Black, Pontiac
In the H O V
Bumpin Hip-H O P
I'm on my eighth O Z
Me and all my barbados free
And i charge em for the dick
San Diego heat
[Hook]
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