Switchin Lanes

We might pull up in some brainless
Valentines Bs what we banging
We get the drop and we hang em
Go ku onna opp we might bang em
We get urges to face rearrange em
Don't clear it wit words get to aiming
Drove the cat back from hell I bleed Satan
My bitch tatted her wings she a angel

I feel urges to leave em with halos
I get personal when it come to pesos
I pray to Allah for a case closed
Some the shit I done did glad I made it home
I think I need some head from what's her name
Shawty left me hunchback like Notre Dame
Pull up in a coupe came without a brain
You my homie then don't go to switchin lanes

You my homie then don't go to switchin up
I pour 8s in a 2 these expensive cups
I swear I gotta get it no if's or buts
And if I view whodie fall ima pick em up
I cant say what I saw just know that we up
Fell in love with Wockhardt I miss Activist
Think I'm lacking then shhh gone back me up
Keep a bag full of gats and some cash wit us

Swear the opps they run track cause they fast as fuck
This a 21 cat put that scatty up
East side my beloveds in stark I trust
You talk down on my heart we gone spark em up
Fuck round Turn ya whole family to art or sum
Fuck round choke ya like Homer on Bart or sum
I don't fuck round with school I stay tardy yeah

Since a jit I knew that I was smarter nem
Started bartering ounces to party yeah
Turnt a zip to a stick for I graduated
Why I cant wait to say that I finally made it
Niggas cap like they up swear to god I hate it

Since a jit I knew that I was smarter nem
Started bartering ounces to party yeah
Turnt a zip to a stick for I graduated
Why I cant wait to say that I finally made it

We might pull up in some brainless
Valentines Bs what we banging
We get the drop and we hang em
Go ku onna opp we might bang em
We get urges to face rearrange em
Don't clear it wit words get to aiming
Drove the cat back from hell I bleed Satan
My bitch tatted her wings she a angel

We might pull up in some brainless
Valentines Bs what we banging
We get the drop and we hang em
Go ku onna opp we might bang em
We get urges to face rearrange em
Don't clear it wit words get to aiming
Drove the cat back from hell I bleed Satan
My bitch tatted her wings she a angel

I feel urges to leave em with halos
I get personal when it come to pesos
I pray to Allah for a case closed
Some the shit I done did glad I made it home
I think I need some head from what's her name
Shawty left me hunchback like Notre Dame
Pull up in a coupe came without a brain
You my homie then don't go to switchin lanes

You my homie then don't go to switchin lanes
You my homie then don't go to switchin lanes
You my homie then don't go to switchin lanes

Pull up in a coupe came without a brain
You my homie then don't go to switchin lanes



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Writer(s): Robert Darnell Butler, Robert Lee Grace Iii, Marquis Q Brown
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