Lane Changing

歌詞

RBE, SOB man that's the gang man Fuck you sucka's For you other niggas, I ain't fuckin' wit' (RBESOB that's the gang bitch!) What you fuck niggas sayin'? Glock in the party, I be strapped like a gay bitch Niggas lane changin', don't know where they lane is I carry big bills, nah nigga I ain't changin' Slide down, lil' nigga that's a trespass Named the whip Ralph, with them straps we'll wreck that Throw a dime with the Glock, like a chest pass A nigga run up, big shells where his legs at Strictly Only Brothers, if you not you irrelevant Big clips, longer than the trunk of an elephant A nigga stressed out, pourin' 4's for the medicine Circle like a dot, where a white bitch freckles is Get paid, fuck beef, nigga get paid Cops come, lil' bro...switch lanes Uppercase, young nigga tote a big k And all our guns hoes, run up nigga get laid Speakin' down on a nigga you a ho nigga (You a bitch!!) Why you lyin', actin' like you totin' poles nigga (You ain't) Catch you lackin', guarantee it's a score nigga (Boom Boom) Talkin' all that cash shit, but you broke nigga (You Broke) Watch we send fucks out to some fuck niggas (You a bitch) Learn the sound when them hollows get to bust nigga (Boom Boom) Some nigga's gettin' visits, others is missin' All you hear is body droppin' and them the cuffs click SOB the gang, all my niggas with the shit I'll bust at a opp, and i'll bust at a bitch No drive-by's 'cause my niggas tryna' scope Young nigga with the shred, 'cause you trippin' with the pole (Tear It Off) Shit real in these streets, you gotta play it right Don't let the bitch be the reason why you lose yo' life Never lyin' on this shit, I'ma tell the truth I ain't gon' rock wit' that boot, if i ain't gon' shoot These niggas can't stand us LOL for what though? 'Cause we the reason nigga's main bitches gettin' fucked on Keep a small circle, new niggas I can't trust those These bitches fuck whoever bill's bigger, so it's fuck hoes I go down and they get me in that room, I'm on hush-mode North Vallejo turf nigga, Crestside, cutthroat XD, Gleeko's, Draco's we bust those And every nigga that I call brother, I'll bust for Shooter's everywhere, get you smacked for a band Leanin' off this 2-Liter Sprite, thank the cough man Fuck talkin', slide through and get to sparkin' This funk, will have you niggas MIA like the Dolphins SOB the gang, we the niggas talkin' cash shit G got that 'K, quick to make a nigga backflip Woodgrain chop, but I'm rockin' wit' this plastic And money blue or green, I'll get it out a fat bitch, nigga! Ever since day one, I been the same nigga Please, don't, confuse me for a lame nigga 30 shot's in that Glock, wit' no aim nigga 11 shot's in that stock, sprayin' paint nigga Circle got small, I can't trust niggas Bitch I been a hot nigga since a young nigga Took a loss, but you neva' seen me run nigga Thought I'm dumb nigga, 'till his face meet this drum nigga 10 deep in the foreign, ridin' back to back Catch a opp nigga slippin, runnin' lap to lap All blue's in my loaf, nigga stack to stack And she gon' do all my bro's, nigga back to back Ha... yea nigga's know the gang nigga Talk shit when it's diamonds in yo' chain nigga? All chrome 32, had to tuck that Two-tone .380, had to bust that Upgraded to that Glock, bitch don't touch that And it ain't on my hip, if I won't bust that Clutchin' in the party nigga clutch back Put that barrel to his face, blow his buff's back Make a nigga strip.. like a thot bitch Call that chop Ray Rice how it drop shit Doin' pop-ups, mom's house, TEC shots, two Glocks, headshots, Young Money "Bed Rock" Man's turned on me, so he gotta catch a leg shot Fuck cops, fuck opps, 40 in the tuk spot Bitches want a nigga off they fame, I can't trust thots SOB the gang, wit' more chops than a gunshop Bitch Ahhh 30's, 50's, 100's bitch we got 'em Bitch we been gettin' money Talk shit when it's diamonds in yo' chain bitch SOB the gang bitch