Track · May 6, 2026 · English
Fastest Flyest
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2:39
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
On that hobo cut, I’m walking that stroll
Ain’t a dollar in my pocket, still I’m in control
Fastest, flyest, I’m the one they know
Hit the dirt road hard, then I disappear low
Got that straight talk, got that chain-swing shine
Got that work-boot rhythm, got that old-soul grind
I don’t need your gold, I don’t need your rings
I make a dead-end lane look like king things
[Pre-Chorus]
Run it, run it, watch me move
Skinny stack, still got proof
When I step in, the whole room sway
Hold that stare, then I slide away
[Chorus]
Fastest flyest, fastest flyest (say it)
Ain’t a dime in my hand, but I made it
Fastest flyest, fastest flyest (play it)
In that room, I’m the one they faded
Got that straight, got that straight
Got that chainsaw swing, cut fate
[Verse 2]
I came up on the rough side, red clay floor
Bare feet, busted pride, still I want more
Mud on the cuff and a grin on my face
Whole town talking, but I’m already erased
I’m the high-steppin’ trouble with a cool-back drawl
Never needed much, just a little and a call
Hear that grin in my voice, hear that steel in my chest
I don’t chase the crown, I outwalk the rest
[Pre-Chorus]
Run it, run it, watch me move
Skinny stack, still got proof
When I step in, the whole room sway
Hold that stare, then I slide away
[Chorus]
Fastest flyest, fastest flyest (say it)
Ain’t a dime in my hand, but I made it
Fastest flyest, fastest flyest (play it)
In that room, I’m the one they faded
Got that straight, got that straight
Got that chainsaw swing, cut fate
[Bridge]
Hands up, dust off
I been broke, still boss
If the road bends low
I go where it won’t
[Chorus]
Fastest flyest, fastest flyest (say it)
Ain’t a dime in my hand, but I made it
Fastest flyest, fastest flyest (play it)
In that room, I’m the one they faded
Got that straight, got that straight
Got that chainsaw swing, cut fate
Style
southern rap with trunk-rattling bounceswampy slide guitar stabssnapped clapsand a laid-back half-time knock; verses ride nimble pocket groovespre-chorus tightens with rising chantschorus lands on a choppedshouted hook. gravelly male vocals with doubled ad-libscall-and-response tailsand short delay throws on the anchor words. dusty-but-punchy mixwith tape hissreverse cymbal swellsand a sub drop before each hook.rapenglish
Prompt
On tht hobo cut walking that how stroll, ain't a dollar in my pocket but i am the fastest flyest,the highesl ML mofucker in the room, got that straight got that chore chainsaw...run that southern rap
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Prompt byDiscoDrop950
GeneratedMay 6, 2026
ModelZona