Lane Switch
Brown boy with the bands up
Got the shades down I'm switching lanes
Bad bitch wanna say some
Got a Dior hoodie with a lip gloss stain
Pockets were broke a nigga need money
Fuck it I'm working the block
Dollar by dollar getting this bread
Never had money for stocks
Hands down then it's man down
Macho man with the can's out
Summer time got the 10's out
Hard work no hand outs
Walk around my hood with a Glock tucked even when the sun shine
East coast head got the impala jumping up in the west side
30 bands for a single show
Ice on my neck wrist on froze
SVR I'm swervin the rove
Can't get in circle to close
Rockstar from the trenches
Fn do a kick stand when it benches
38 sing jams when it drenches
I want 50 bands I'm expensive
Tap to start with the butterfly doors see how a youngin lane switch
Roll up a blunt fill it with grabba you know we don't smoke no basic
Fly out to Cali in private jet give a fuck about no taxes
Man's want static these bullet holes could turn his body into ashes
Tap to start with the butterfly doors see how a youngin lane switch
Roll up a blunt fill it with grabba you know we don't smoke no basic
Fly out to Cali in private jet give a fuck about no taxes
Man's want static these bullet holes could turn his body into ashes
Mask on and then it's mask off
Do a drive by with the hats off
It's the hood life but I'm changing
Got Percy's in and I'm blazing
Got a red cup with the lean in it
Got a blicky tucked with the beam on it
Studio smoke and I'm wheezing
False move then I'm squeezing
Walk out the house with my head low
In the hood you don't get no attention
When the bullets fly and the windows crack
Don't give a fuck about no tension
See me I'm always packing keep a grip with a Smith & Wesson
Never do no verse for free I need 10 racks and a mention
Where I walk the block hot
Moving bricks to the corner spot
30 shots that's 30 knocks
When the gang move there's 40 glocks
Me and gang say fuck the opps
Mile away hear the gun shots
Talk loud hear the gun cock
Take a step see the gun pop
Tap to start with the butterfly doors see how a youngin lane switch
Roll up a blunt fill it with grabba you know we don't smoke no basic
Fly out to Cali in private jet give a fuck about no taxes
Man's want static these bullet holes could turn his body into ashes
Tap to start with the butterfly doors see how a youngin lane switch
Roll up a blunt fill it with grabba you know we don't smoke no basic
Fly out to Cali in private jet give a fuck about no taxes
Man's want static these bullet holes could turn his body into ashes
Got the shades down I'm switching lanes
Bad bitch wanna say some
Got a Dior hoodie with a lip gloss stain
Pockets were broke a nigga need money
Fuck it I'm working the block
Dollar by dollar getting this bread
Never had money for stocks
Hands down then it's man down
Macho man with the can's out
Summer time got the 10's out
Hard work no hand outs
Walk around my hood with a Glock tucked even when the sun shine
East coast head got the impala jumping up in the west side
30 bands for a single show
Ice on my neck wrist on froze
SVR I'm swervin the rove
Can't get in circle to close
Rockstar from the trenches
Fn do a kick stand when it benches
38 sing jams when it drenches
I want 50 bands I'm expensive
Tap to start with the butterfly doors see how a youngin lane switch
Roll up a blunt fill it with grabba you know we don't smoke no basic
Fly out to Cali in private jet give a fuck about no taxes
Man's want static these bullet holes could turn his body into ashes
Tap to start with the butterfly doors see how a youngin lane switch
Roll up a blunt fill it with grabba you know we don't smoke no basic
Fly out to Cali in private jet give a fuck about no taxes
Man's want static these bullet holes could turn his body into ashes
Mask on and then it's mask off
Do a drive by with the hats off
It's the hood life but I'm changing
Got Percy's in and I'm blazing
Got a red cup with the lean in it
Got a blicky tucked with the beam on it
Studio smoke and I'm wheezing
False move then I'm squeezing
Walk out the house with my head low
In the hood you don't get no attention
When the bullets fly and the windows crack
Don't give a fuck about no tension
See me I'm always packing keep a grip with a Smith & Wesson
Never do no verse for free I need 10 racks and a mention
Where I walk the block hot
Moving bricks to the corner spot
30 shots that's 30 knocks
When the gang move there's 40 glocks
Me and gang say fuck the opps
Mile away hear the gun shots
Talk loud hear the gun cock
Take a step see the gun pop
Tap to start with the butterfly doors see how a youngin lane switch
Roll up a blunt fill it with grabba you know we don't smoke no basic
Fly out to Cali in private jet give a fuck about no taxes
Man's want static these bullet holes could turn his body into ashes
Tap to start with the butterfly doors see how a youngin lane switch
Roll up a blunt fill it with grabba you know we don't smoke no basic
Fly out to Cali in private jet give a fuck about no taxes
Man's want static these bullet holes could turn his body into ashes
Credits
Writer(s): Yash Sharma
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