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fastlane fid – riot lyrics

(verse 1: fastlane fid)
ion hear n-body
ion fear n-body
pallbearers carry yo body
you da man n-gg-s shed yo body
before i shed a tear i go and tear somebody
a n-gg- want a name ill give him one
wanna be a real n-gg-
live through one
i vision one
another corpse
dope game fu n-gg-s in the other sports
blowin the torch
i mean flickin the torch
im mixin em up north
got hard and got snort
(??)
mission abort
(??)
if im muslim you pork
got a mac and a drum some shit i just bought
take out a knife like a corpse
pull out his heart
war is at all
he at da park den i park
ima park all his parts
leavin him bald
this might be his last thoughts
i think whatchu thought
don’t speak if u on talk
like b-tches who talk
i mean n-gg-s who talk
them n-gg-s you walk
this mac get em hot
take it to his dawg
blowin on batter
that’s -ssault battery with a deadly weapon leave you no voltage
i been off the porch

(verse 2 – star)

f-ck boy better hop on my level
.30 in my hand jason mask i’m the devil
asbury park be the motherf-ckin do-main
smiffin glocks cocaine
heat his -ss propane
(deli)
da whole hood love the set
f-ckboy ima flex
checkin bag chasin checks
i can’t f-ck on my ex
use the glock or the tec
leave shorty block wet
headshots or his neck
were you standin at?
f-ck boys hidin where his cameras at
i show up on his block
hit his nana (blatt)
show up on his block
hit his family (blatt)
my old boys gon rob
f-ckboy gon die you better pray to da lord
i had them goonies at his door
give dat f-ckboy 4
or like 9
where his mind
he lost his mind
we gon grind
cause my boys gotta get it if a n-gg- talk slick watch these bullets hit his fitted (ahh)

(verse 3 – tay600)

yea im back up on that gang shit
think i was a cashier the way i change shit
an i be lowkey up in traffic i just lane switch
i get h-lla thots im never with the same b-tch
an if she ain’t suckin d-ck then she a lame b-tch
she suck the soul out of me you know i came quick
i want the money ion care about the fame shit
i put you on the news you want some f-ckin fame b-tch
so stop playin like you crazy
.45 make him lean like he off the lazy
lot of n-gg-s hating but i never let it phase me
cause i ride with choppers like them n-gg-s up in haiti
ride through the opps catch them lurking on they block
grab the f-ckin glock then i aim and let it pop
if its a lot of opps then i might just grab the chop
and let that b-tch bang and i ain’t talkin bout chop
187 then im back up on the map
just for my respect ill hit him with the tec
and ain’t no leg shots b-tch im shootin at yo neck
i make bullets rain in yo hood so don’t get wet

- fastlane fid lyrics

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