Lane Changing

Lyrics

[Intro: Lul G] RBE, SOB, man, that's the gang, man Fuck you suckers for you other niggas I ain't fuckin' with (RBE, SOB, that's the gang, bitch) [Verse 1: DaBoii] 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 a elephant A nigga stressed out, pourin' fours 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 [Verse 2: Lul G] 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) Love the sound when them hollows get to bust, nigga (Boom, boom) Some niggas 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-bys 'cause my niggas tryna score Young nigga with the shred, quick to trip and up 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 your life Never lyin' on this shit, I'ma tell the truth I ain't gon' rock with that boot if I ain't gon' shoot [Verse 3: Slimmy B] These niggas can't stand us, LOL, for what though? 'Cause we the reason niggas' main bitches gettin' fucked on Keep a small circle, new niggas, I can't trust those These bitches fuck whoever bills 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, Gleekos, Dracos, we bust those And every nigga that I call brother I'll bust for Shooters everywhere, get you smacked for a band Leanin' off this two-liter Sprite, thank the cough man Fuck talkin', slide through and get to sparkin' This funk'll 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' with this plastic And money blue or green, I'll get it out a fat bitch, nigga [Verse 4: Yhung T.O.] Every since day one, I been the same nigga Please don't confuse me for a lame nigga Thirty shots in that GLOCK with no aim, nigga Eleven shots 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 never seen me run, nigga Thought I'm dumb, nigga, 'til his face meet this drum, nigga Ten deep in them foreigns ridin' back to back Catch a opp nigga slippin', runnin' lap to lap All blues in my loaf, nigga, stack to stack And she gon' do all my bros, nigga, back to back Ha, yeah, niggas know the gang, nigga Talk shit when it's diamonds in your chain, nigga All chrome 32s, 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 Mans turned on me so he gotta catch a leg shot Fuck cops, fuck opps, 40 in the tuck spot Bitches want a nigga off the fame, I can't trust thots SOB the gang with more chops than a gun shop, bitch [Outro: Lul G] Ah, thirties, fifties, hundreds Bitch, we got 'em, bitch, we been gettin' money Talk shit when it's diamonds in your chain, bitch SOB the gang, bitch