Eli Fross - Fast Life lyrics
[Eli Fross - Fast Life lyrics]
First thing first, man, it's free up bro
Been locked in that cell I
Can't wait till you home
Takin' long drives, sippin' drank to the dome
I just might pop a Perc' just
To fuck with my momma
Came a long way from the trench to the hills
This shit wasn't luck
I was born with the skill
Niggas want me dead
'cause they dead who they feel
Tell them boys check the score
'cause we up by mil
200 in the Lamb' with my windows down
Gotta baddie with a friend and
They tit's all out
Like my car I'm livin' fast
And I can't slow down
I don't do what I can, I'ma go all out
Give a fuck how you feel, I'ma still do me
If you left stay away, 'cause I need my peace
Wasn't there in the storm
Niggas stepped from me
Shawty left me at my worst she
Could let me be, aye, aye
I been feelin' like the man
When I'm locked in
Y'all niggas got some fans I'm the topic
Bust down, chain on, my neck shit a faucet
They can see me down the
Block when I'm walkin'
I know she love me for the money
She ain't fool me but, I still give her
Somethin' 'cause she juicy
I be in the cut like I'm in between her booty
But, you ain't never catch me
Lovin' on a smoochy
Know we rock out when I pop out
We be blixxed up don't get knocked down
She gon' get somebody hurt
With that opp mouth
Brody put you inna dirt if you fuck around
When we run down, don't go run now
We got hot shots, you get put down
Please, don't take me as a joke
'cause I hate clowns
To be a boss I put in work, I can't lay down
First thing first, man, it's free up bro
Been locked in that cell I
Can't wait till you home
Takin' long drives, sippin' drank to the dome
I just might pop a Perc' just
To fuck with my momma
Came a long way from the trench to the hills
This shit wasn't luck
I was born with the skill
Niggas want me dead
'cause they dead who they feel
Tell them boys check the score
'cause we up by mil
200 in the Lamb' with my windows down
Gotta baddie with a friend and
They tit's all out
Like my car I'm livin' fast
And I can't slow down
I don't do what I can, I'ma go all out
Give a fuck how you feel, I'ma still do me
If you left stay away, 'cause I need my peace
Wasn't there in the storm
Niggas stepped from me
Shawty left me at my worst she
Could let me be, aye, aye
Been locked in that cell I
Can't wait till you home
Takin' long drives, sippin' drank to the dome
I just might pop a Perc' just
To fuck with my momma
Came a long way from the trench to the hills
This shit wasn't luck
I was born with the skill
Niggas want me dead
'cause they dead who they feel
Tell them boys check the score
'cause we up by mil
200 in the Lamb' with my windows down
Gotta baddie with a friend and
They tit's all out
Like my car I'm livin' fast
And I can't slow down
I don't do what I can, I'ma go all out
Give a fuck how you feel, I'ma still do me
If you left stay away, 'cause I need my peace
Wasn't there in the storm
Niggas stepped from me
Shawty left me at my worst she
Could let me be, aye, aye
I been feelin' like the man
When I'm locked in
Y'all niggas got some fans I'm the topic
Bust down, chain on, my neck shit a faucet
They can see me down the
Block when I'm walkin'
I know she love me for the money
She ain't fool me but, I still give her
Somethin' 'cause she juicy
I be in the cut like I'm in between her booty
But, you ain't never catch me
Lovin' on a smoochy
Know we rock out when I pop out
We be blixxed up don't get knocked down
She gon' get somebody hurt
With that opp mouth
Brody put you inna dirt if you fuck around
When we run down, don't go run now
We got hot shots, you get put down
Please, don't take me as a joke
'cause I hate clowns
To be a boss I put in work, I can't lay down
First thing first, man, it's free up bro
Been locked in that cell I
Can't wait till you home
Takin' long drives, sippin' drank to the dome
I just might pop a Perc' just
To fuck with my momma
Came a long way from the trench to the hills
This shit wasn't luck
I was born with the skill
Niggas want me dead
'cause they dead who they feel
Tell them boys check the score
'cause we up by mil
200 in the Lamb' with my windows down
Gotta baddie with a friend and
They tit's all out
Like my car I'm livin' fast
And I can't slow down
I don't do what I can, I'ma go all out
Give a fuck how you feel, I'ma still do me
If you left stay away, 'cause I need my peace
Wasn't there in the storm
Niggas stepped from me
Shawty left me at my worst she
Could let me be, aye, aye