Slow down
Yeah, okay (Slow down)
Slow down (I can’t slow down)
Living in the fast lane, I can’t slow down
Living in the fast lane, I can’t slow down
I ain’t at the strip but you know it’s Pros ’round
If we showed up, b#tch, you know we showed out
I got pape ’cause that money make the world go ’round
She thinking it’s the #ss but I told her it’s the head for me
Know a couple n#gg#s still alive but they dead to me
He ain’t SB, DSM? He ain’t next to me
I ain’t with my old b#tch, nah, but a X on me
All these fast whips, they can’t even keep up
I got green on me but my b#tch smell like Pink Runtz
How I’m balling, think yo baby could’ve went D1
I got thirty in this b#tch, I’ll blow him like a 3-1
I got thirty in this b#tch, I’ll blow him like a three five
It’s ironic how I’m in Miami and the heat by
You gon’ met Juice WRLD if we slide with three .9s
It ain’t no motherf#cking key on this foreign [?]
Dukes told me slow down, I be living too fast
In Verizon pissed, only walking out with two jacks
Keep the rocket on me at all times, better scoop back
Better use yo head, n#gg#, that’s where we gon’ shoot at
I’m [?] in the coupe looking for my roof
He in my DMs boutta cry, looking for his boo
She gon’ get her feelings hurt, she keep looking for the truth
I done socked him in [?] heard they still looking for his tooth
Ha-ha, yeah, and that’s no cap
Bro’ll wrap his #ss up but he don’t rap
Yeah, and we on that
f#ck a forty yard to that pape, b#tch, I’m four flat
Yeah, b#tch, we drive fast cars and get fast pape
Sack chase, jack grab till my last day
Up blues on yo b#tch, made her #ss shake
b#tch, I been every f#cking where except last place
When I take the ‘Miris off, she gon’ blow balls
Yeah, I’m Mr. Hit-A-b#tch-Drop-Her-Off-And-Don’t-Call
If I see a bag off a cliff, know I dove off
If you thinking that we finna fall off, b#tch, oh nah
Huh, oh nah, huh, oh nah, huh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Living in the fast lane, I can’t slow down
I ain’t at the strip but you know it’s Pros ’round
If we showed up, b#tch, you know we showed out
I got pape ’cause that money make the world go ’round
She thinking it’s the #ss but I told her it’s the head for me
Know a couple n#gg#s still alive but they dead to me
He ain’t SB, DSM? He ain’t next to me
I ain’t with my old b#tch, nah, but a X on me
Living in the fast lane, I can’t slow down
I ain’t at the strip but you know it’s Pros ’round
If we showed up, b#tch, you know we showed out
I got pape ’cause that money make the world go ’round
She thinking it’s the #ss but I told her it’s the head for me
Know a couple n#gg#s still alive but they dead to me
He ain’t SB, DSM? He ain’t next to me
I ain’t with my old b#tch, nah, but a X on me
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