Lane Changing 2

(RBE, SOB that's the gang, bitch)

Bro got the strap for a **** tryna lane switch, huh

Who these **** wanna play with?

See **** out, LOL, they don't say shit

You ain't with the shit, you just do it for an image

T.O. got the .40, so don't ask why he limpin'

Nina with a Wii cause that bitch got extension

I won't Twitter beef, middle fingers to yourmention

I can never cuff, I don't claim no bitch

Gotta rock with a paw, can't take no risk

Put a bitch on a plane tell her take more trips

**** lyin' on the game, ****, make more sense

T.O., why these nerd **** sneak dissin'?

Graduated with the mind of a street ****

Big Glock with the beam for the heat sensor

Can't chase the cat if the hoe got fleas with her

And that's why, I gotta stay strapped

Heard **** plottin', lil bro push his face back

Lyin' on the 'net, LOL, ****, state facts

Broke **** hate cash, damn bro, I hate rats

Goin' off the drugs 'cause my heart full of pain

I don't think with my head 'cause my heart is a brain

Dogs in the hood like to bark with a K

Ain't drop on a wood I'ma spark in his face

Look, I got goals I don't care bout' the next ****

Takin' pics with the strap, buy a vest with it

Outside nerd **** on the 'net with it

Big-ass guns for every opp **** set trippin', bitch

I'ma do it like J, take that K and give out Ls

Tryna rob us, lil ****, that's a big fail

Red bottoms, but he told that **** came from Big Kell

Jewels so wet like a **** rockin' big whales

Circle got small, lil ****, oh well

If I go to jail, lil ****, I'ma post bail

Gotta keep my eyes behind my back like a fish tail

Take this class like a **** rang a bitch bell

Talkin' false back-to-back lil **** post somethin'

Talkin' gun play, lil ****, you ain't tote nothin'

Where that cash at, lil bitch? I need more funds

Heard **** plottin', so I went and bought more guns

Flexin' lil cheese, lil ****, them is poor ones

Talkin' cash shit cause my **** really blow ones

R.I.P my brother Los' he was rockin' with them 12's

15 to back a **** up, Melo in the post

Talkin' cash shit now these bitches wanna fuck now

Young rich **** come get with the bust down

Put my trust in you, nah, **** I don't trust clowns

Fuckin' with them suckers, lil ****, better duck rounds

And that's why I just bought a chop

Police killing ****, so I rock with the Glock

If the boy's get to trippin' I'll pop at a cop

I don't fuck with my pops and I don't fuck with the opps

Dark tints on me, don't talk, bitch, show me

These **** ain't no threat, but they talkin' like they owe me

I remember praying in the dark on my lonely

Now god comin' through, so these bad bitches on me

But me, I be rockin' by my lonely

I be rockin' with my baby

We be rockin' with the .40

Every time you see me, he don't speak 'cause it's on me

And his brothers left him hanging 'cause them **** don't want it

They know I slide through the block with them chops out

Domino effect, that's another **** knocked down

Might not live long, accept what I got now

Probably why I'll die before I let a **** rob now

RBE, SOB on my chain

**** want funk then I put that on gang

My main bitch paid puttin' bitches on they place

See them chops, better run like a mothafuckin' slave

**** love to talk, I just love getting paid

Too busy catchin' planes, now a broke **** fake

The fuck I care about what a broke **** say

Margielas nine hundred, ****, you goin' need a raise

You the type to eat it when that bitch need to shave

You a broke **** and your bitch need a save

All that Twitter talkin' get you shot in the face

Fifty bands on a lawyer just so I can beat the case, lil ****

It's a war in my city, suckers better keep a Glock on

FN-57 make you ass put that Glock down

Catch me on Marlow and be the next **** knocked down

Talkin' gunfire between, never seein' shots out

Ran up a check, fuck the neck, I need them hands, bitch

Never let my bands slips, re-rockin' with my flipped

Beat it from the back, know a bad bitch need the Benjis

I'm a asshole and these bitches can't stand it

We don't choose up, let you bitches do the choosin'

We don't take Ls, we let you suckers do the losin'

Them **** bitches broke and I'm chuckin' up the deuces

And I keep them bands in my pockets like roofies

Hit you and you man with that .40, that's a two-piece

All these **** mad, 'cause they bitches wanna do me

Claimin' that I'm your bro, you ain't never even know me

All my fam, all my friends dead, lil Uzi, bitch