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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Troy Blair
Songwriter
Andrés Sanchez
Songwriter
Letra
Bitch I'm too smooth
All black everything
Look ma I'm a goon goon
The streets is still the streets Ma
And that's why I need two tools
Its Wild Wild West
Top hat and monocle too
All black owned product but I ain't talking Fubu
Magazines no MAGA nigga
2nd amendment give me the right get the strap my nigga
Pinky ring flashing I could smell the static
Now I gotta take the Billbow out the Baggins
My slow flow is stupid let break it down hammertime
I eat a beat up stomach it then exercise and shit it out
Niggas know the kid don't play
Turn a house party south
Bullet holes up in the couch
Accuracy in a crowd
Actin tuff could get you pow
Actin tuff don't test ya luck
Black patriot
Thats Tom Brady to the Bucs
Mighty yeah till mighty duck
Mighty yeah I'm mighty clutch
Mighty yeah I might burn a car with you in the trunk
Life in fast lane they tryna tell me slow down
Gettin to the bag like there ain't enough to go round
Watchin my own back my reflection never told no lies
When they run up on you they makin no sound
Life in fast lane they tryna tell me slow down
Gettin to the bag like there ain't enough to go round
Watchin my own back my reflection never told no lies
When they run up on you they makin no sound
9 Years straight I been wilding with my kin
Chasin pretty bitches catchin licks and causin sins
It's Mr Undefeated everything's a fuckin win
I want a barrel full of money C notes stickin out the brim hold up
They heard me rapping got to chattin now they conversatin
Talkin shit and making friends over common hating
I put a stop to the madness
Now they hesitatin
I sip rum and talk shit
I'm writing affirmations
Im actin frustrated but I'm always calculated
My tone get blatant when I'm mad and fuckin agitated
I chase the money so they call me over dedicated
Fuck all that I need another fuckin double payment
Turn my shit up cause they know I got a point to make
I make it happen even if I come an hour late
I like my women slim thick with the tiny waist
I get to wilding when I'm ridin with the homie Take
Life in fast lane
They tryna tell me slow down
Gettin to the bag like there ain't enough to go round
Watchin my own back
My reflection never told no lies
When they run up on you they makin no sound
Life in fast lane
They tryna tell me slow down
Gettin to the bag like there ain't enough to go round
Watchin my own back
My reflection never told no lies
When they run up on you they makin no sound
Writer(s): Andrés Sánchez
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