Lanes
Look mo fucker
You ain't learn anything
Feds asking question
Then you ain't seen a thang
Homie round the corner
Cause we slangin them things
Reese piece Porsche
N it sway in your lane
Shorty straight tripping yeah
Yeah she screaming my name
Told you bitch niggas
That id do my thang
Know that they hate
When I'm outta my lane
Only chase money
Its never for fame
Run n cut the stash
Feel like meech in the zone
Just need that money ill stack on my own
I know your bitch
My dick is her tutor
Teach her a lesson
She licking on the ruler
Need me a feature like that nigga scooter
Don't think they know it but i know some ooters
Cut up mistakes yea
They get rid bloopers
She said she my wife we ain't linking again
Got different energy did it again
Mixed in the jin
Ain't got me no friends
And that's to the end
All my niggas is fam
Stick to the plan
And run up the bans
I've been the man
That's always the plan
Tell me right now how you don't understand
Got the trap bumping in Afghanistan (whoa)
Nigga been tripping from chirack to Ham (whoa)
Shit going crazy I got that advance
Toss watch the money
It doing dance
Chart a new trip bitch
Ill meet you in France
Long as they hate
Imma stack me some bands
Look how she do it she don't need no hands
Shorty's come through
Yeah she bringing her friends
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Shorty's come through
Yeah she bringing her friends
Look mo fucka
You ain't learn anything
Feds asking question
Then you ain't seen a thang
Homie round the corner
Cause we slangin them things
Reese piece Porsche
N it sway in your lane
Shorty straight tripping
Yeah she screaming my name
Told you bitch niggas
That id do my thang
Know that they hate
When I'm outta my lane (Forty)
Only chase only money (Seven)
Its never for fame (Aye)
Always chase money and never the fame
Stacking my paper till i need a crane
Puffing this piff till i cant feel no pain
Just the mulla and music inside of my brain
You know that i got the spark
Ooh oouhh
Ouh its true
Young forty-seven i shine in the dark
Ooh oouhh
Who is you (who is you ugh)
He from the six
And I'm from the five
Canada connection I'm linking with Nine
I gotta get mine and imma be fine
Keep spitting like this and its all in due time (all in due time yeah)
Six hundred dollars to sip on this wine
Slip me some gwalla
For spitting this fire (woo woo)
You'll be luck you leave here alive
Cause I'm raising hell whenever i arrive
And if you talk it then you better walk it
I'm not tryna waste time with ya'll standing still
Nell's get to flocking whenever we stop in your city
Baby girl I'm not tryna chill (baby I'm not tryna chill)
You tryna pop it then you gotta stop it
I don't talk to no girls that's feening for pills
Yes I'm a prophet
But i need the profit
Young visionary still gotta pay these bills (Hu)
Look mo fucka you ain't learn anything
Feds asking question
Then you ain't seen a thang
Homie round the corner
Cause we slangin them things (yeah yeah)
Reese piece Porsche
N it sway in your lane
Shorty straight tripping
Yeah she screaming my name
Told you bitch niggas
That id do my thang
Know that they hate
When I'm outta my lane (yeah yeah)
Only chase money
Its never for fame (ye ye)
You ain't learn anything
Feds asking question
Then you ain't seen a thang
Homie round the corner
Cause we slangin them things
Reese piece Porsche
N it sway in your lane
Shorty straight tripping yeah
Yeah she screaming my name
Told you bitch niggas
That id do my thang
Know that they hate
When I'm outta my lane
Only chase money
Its never for fame
Run n cut the stash
Feel like meech in the zone
Just need that money ill stack on my own
I know your bitch
My dick is her tutor
Teach her a lesson
She licking on the ruler
Need me a feature like that nigga scooter
Don't think they know it but i know some ooters
Cut up mistakes yea
They get rid bloopers
She said she my wife we ain't linking again
Got different energy did it again
Mixed in the jin
Ain't got me no friends
And that's to the end
All my niggas is fam
Stick to the plan
And run up the bans
I've been the man
That's always the plan
Tell me right now how you don't understand
Got the trap bumping in Afghanistan (whoa)
Nigga been tripping from chirack to Ham (whoa)
Shit going crazy I got that advance
Toss watch the money
It doing dance
Chart a new trip bitch
Ill meet you in France
Long as they hate
Imma stack me some bands
Look how she do it she don't need no hands
Shorty's come through
Yeah she bringing her friends
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Shorty's come through
Yeah she bringing her friends
Look mo fucka
You ain't learn anything
Feds asking question
Then you ain't seen a thang
Homie round the corner
Cause we slangin them things
Reese piece Porsche
N it sway in your lane
Shorty straight tripping
Yeah she screaming my name
Told you bitch niggas
That id do my thang
Know that they hate
When I'm outta my lane (Forty)
Only chase only money (Seven)
Its never for fame (Aye)
Always chase money and never the fame
Stacking my paper till i need a crane
Puffing this piff till i cant feel no pain
Just the mulla and music inside of my brain
You know that i got the spark
Ooh oouhh
Ouh its true
Young forty-seven i shine in the dark
Ooh oouhh
Who is you (who is you ugh)
He from the six
And I'm from the five
Canada connection I'm linking with Nine
I gotta get mine and imma be fine
Keep spitting like this and its all in due time (all in due time yeah)
Six hundred dollars to sip on this wine
Slip me some gwalla
For spitting this fire (woo woo)
You'll be luck you leave here alive
Cause I'm raising hell whenever i arrive
And if you talk it then you better walk it
I'm not tryna waste time with ya'll standing still
Nell's get to flocking whenever we stop in your city
Baby girl I'm not tryna chill (baby I'm not tryna chill)
You tryna pop it then you gotta stop it
I don't talk to no girls that's feening for pills
Yes I'm a prophet
But i need the profit
Young visionary still gotta pay these bills (Hu)
Look mo fucka you ain't learn anything
Feds asking question
Then you ain't seen a thang
Homie round the corner
Cause we slangin them things (yeah yeah)
Reese piece Porsche
N it sway in your lane
Shorty straight tripping
Yeah she screaming my name
Told you bitch niggas
That id do my thang
Know that they hate
When I'm outta my lane (yeah yeah)
Only chase money
Its never for fame (ye ye)
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Writer(s): Shahiem Richards, Caleb Holding
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