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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pull up clean in the night rain
New rims talkin' like they know my name
Old cut scar, but the frame stay straight
I was broke last year, now the dash on faith
Cash in a bag, and it don't stay still
Mama keep callin', I been out for a deal
Red-eyed look, but my face stay cool
I seen real hunger, I don't play by rules
She love the chain when it swing real low
Says she like my smile, but she want that glow
I tell her, "Slide close, don't ask too much"
In and out quick, got a hand so tough
[Pre-Chorus]
Hush now, baby, hear that motor hum
Whole block watch when I come, I come
Fast lane, pressure, hands on the wheel
I been that boy, and I still got steel
[Chorus]
Fast lane, fast lane
Buckled in, no shame
Cash up, cash up
Stack it, then I make it rain
Fast lane, fast lane
Run it, then I do it again
Bad girl, gang tied
We don't fold, we just win
[Verse 2]
Dark glass on the coupe, can't see my mood
Small talk cheap, I don't need no crew
I got a young thing tucked in the room
Pretty face, cold stare, and a whole lot to prove
She like when I grin, she like when I stunt
I like when she dance with the glow in front
My phone stay lit with a dozen plans
And the blue lights flash, but I shake them hands
I came from the corner where the loud kids cry
Where the strong get tough and the weak get by
Now I move different, but I still keep pace
Same old anger in a new old face
[Pre-Chorus]
Hush now, baby, hear that motor hum
Whole block watch when I come, I come
Fast lane, pressure, hands on the wheel
I been that boy, and I still got steel
[Chorus]
Fast lane, fast lane
Buckled in, no shame
Cash up, cash up
Stack it, then I make it rain
Fast lane, fast lane
Run it, then I do it again
Bad girl, gang tied
We don't fold, we just win
[Bridge]
Late-night calls, I don't answer none
I seen too much, now I move like one
She want love, but I want that run
One wrong move and the whole thing done
So I grin, let the chrome get seen
Let the city talk while I chase that green
[Chorus]
Fast lane, fast lane
Buckled in, no shame
Cash up, cash up
Stack it, then I make it rain
Fast lane, fast lane
Run it, then I do it again
Bad girl, gang tied
We don't fold, we just win
Details
GeneratedMay 13, 2026
Duration2:13
LanguageEnglish
Style
Atlanta trap rap, fast-paced and syncopated with rattling hi-hats, booming 808 slides, and clipped snare pockets; verse rides sparse and tense with dense triplet runs, pre-chorus tightens to half-time tension, chorus hits with chanty gang doubles and a short melodic refrain. Ad-lib stacks, call-and-response punch-ins, delay throws on the hook word, reverse swells into each drop, bright hard-hitting mix with a glossy low-end thump., rap
Credits
Prompt byDocHawk
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Atlanta style rap about cars, money, woman and gangster life. Beat that goes hard with fast paced lyrics.
