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Comin' from the next lane, chopper gun em down Speedin' in the fast lane, runnin' through the town Makin' hoes go crazy yeah they askin' for me now Saint Laurent jacket baby showin' girls around Ben Baller necklace yeah my momma would be proud Speed's going up, yeah we runnin' through the clouds Sirens in the distance, hidin' in the crowds Comin' from the next lane, chopper gun em down Comin' from the next lane, chopper gun em down Speedin' in the fast lane, runnin' through the town Makin' hoes go crazy yeah they askin' for me now Saint Laurent jacket baby showin' girls around Ben Baller necklace yeah my momma would be proud Speed's going up, yeah we runnin' through the clouds Sirens in the distance, hidin' in the crowds Comin' from the next lane, chopper gun em down Turnin' in the next lane, whippin' in the fast lane Bitches beggin' askin' if I can be their next thing Old hoe textin' me, wanna be her next king Sit in my thrown {ha bitch} get in line Coke on the table {ha bitch} let's do a line Ain't slept in weeks {yeah bitch} that's a sign The party too lit {Yeah} we won't fuckin' survive Shots to the rim, we pass out and don't feel the pain The money's comin' in, I'ma maintain So fucked up, that I'ma never feel the pain But f*ck it hand me another bottle of champagne Celebrate success and go catch a private plane Party so loud that all the neighbors do is bitch and complain F*ck it if they call the cops, I'll take the blame Cause they can't catch me, I'll leave their ass in flames Comin' from the next lane, chopper gun em down Speedin' in the fast lane, runnin' through the town Makin' hoes go crazy yeah they askin' for me now Saint Laurent jacket baby showin' girls around Ben Baller necklace yeah my momma would be proud Speed's going up, yeah we runnin' through the clouds Sirens in the distance, hidin' in the crowds Comin' from the next lane, chopper gun em down Walkin' like that, yeah I'm talkin' like that VVS diamonds, yeah they drippin' like that Gucci bag stuntin', yeah we all up in that Killers in the sky, ready for combat All up in our privacy, where they gonna stop at Can't even send a text, homie that's a fact But f*ck these spy bitches, where that party at Comin' from the next lane, chopper gun em down Speedin' in the fast lane, runnin' through the town Makin' hoes go crazy yeah they askin' for me now Saint Laurent jacket baby showin' girls around Ben Baller necklace yeah my momma would be proud Speed's going up, yeah we runnin' through the clouds Sirens in the distance, hidin' in the crowds Comin' from the next lane, chopper gun em down