Lanes
Some gone like you, some gone hate you, it don't matter get money
Grand daddy always told me that these hoes will never love me
Cruising in that rolls, through the city kinda lovely
But I prefer muscle, like a 67 Shelby
Got my diamond all on a chain, the bolt is bloody
10k all in my mouth, the drip is ugly
So I, don't know why, these women love me
Probably cuz, I stand out
That's where I'm comfy
Surrounded by a bunch of hittas down to go dummy
That smartin' up quick, when the feds get info hungry
I would never trick on a bitch, the puss ain't for me
I would never judge a nigga, that shit is corny
When it rains, it pours, the forecast is stormy
Make it rain in the club, no shirt, exposed the 40
Niggaz claim they fuckin my bitch, that ain't my shorty
I don't got a property, she only hit me when she get horny
South
In a party 20 deep, holla gang shit
Couple hittas wit a glocks, that won't say shit
When it comes to respect, they don't play bitch
Ain't no dodging these bullets, this ain't the matrix
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane nigga"
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane nigga"
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane nigga"
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane"
Some supporters, some haters, it don't matter nigga, hustle
There's no greater feeling when you get it off the muscle
Spectators don't, know your pain, know your struggles
Making plays all off the head, fuck a huddle
Did this shit all by myself, 10 toes down
Niggaz claim they puttin in work, ain't send a round
Niggaz claim they running the city, this ain't they town
If certain niggaz ain't in motion, they not around
Marv in a SRT that like to growl
I'm good on two wheels my Harley gone hold me down
I'm good wit da 40, that'll surely can lick a sound
At, anybody foul, then blow a O of some loud
Going the extra mile, got my brand all lit
To the haters in the process, get off my dick
Homies in my ear screaming out "one more flip"
I got this hammer on me but I'm too legit to quit
Bitch
In a party 20 deep, holla gang shit
Couple hittas wit a glocks, that won't say shit
When it comes to respect, they don't play bitch
Ain't no dodging these bullets, this ain't the matrix
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane nigga"
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane nigga"
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane nigga"
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane"
Grand daddy always told me that these hoes will never love me
Cruising in that rolls, through the city kinda lovely
But I prefer muscle, like a 67 Shelby
Got my diamond all on a chain, the bolt is bloody
10k all in my mouth, the drip is ugly
So I, don't know why, these women love me
Probably cuz, I stand out
That's where I'm comfy
Surrounded by a bunch of hittas down to go dummy
That smartin' up quick, when the feds get info hungry
I would never trick on a bitch, the puss ain't for me
I would never judge a nigga, that shit is corny
When it rains, it pours, the forecast is stormy
Make it rain in the club, no shirt, exposed the 40
Niggaz claim they fuckin my bitch, that ain't my shorty
I don't got a property, she only hit me when she get horny
South
In a party 20 deep, holla gang shit
Couple hittas wit a glocks, that won't say shit
When it comes to respect, they don't play bitch
Ain't no dodging these bullets, this ain't the matrix
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane nigga"
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane nigga"
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane nigga"
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane"
Some supporters, some haters, it don't matter nigga, hustle
There's no greater feeling when you get it off the muscle
Spectators don't, know your pain, know your struggles
Making plays all off the head, fuck a huddle
Did this shit all by myself, 10 toes down
Niggaz claim they puttin in work, ain't send a round
Niggaz claim they running the city, this ain't they town
If certain niggaz ain't in motion, they not around
Marv in a SRT that like to growl
I'm good on two wheels my Harley gone hold me down
I'm good wit da 40, that'll surely can lick a sound
At, anybody foul, then blow a O of some loud
Going the extra mile, got my brand all lit
To the haters in the process, get off my dick
Homies in my ear screaming out "one more flip"
I got this hammer on me but I'm too legit to quit
Bitch
In a party 20 deep, holla gang shit
Couple hittas wit a glocks, that won't say shit
When it comes to respect, they don't play bitch
Ain't no dodging these bullets, this ain't the matrix
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane nigga"
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane nigga"
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane nigga"
Stay, stay stay, stay in ya lane nigga
"Stay in ya lane"
Credits
Writer(s): Tyshon Mclaughlin
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