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Letra : Lane Changing
RBE, SOB man that's the gang man
F**k you sucka's
For you other n***as, I ain't f**kin' wit'
(RBESOB that's the gang b*t*h!)
What you f**k n***as sayin'?
Glock in the party, I be strapped like a gay b*t*h
N***as lane changin', don't know where they lane is
I carry big bills, nah n***a I ain't changin'
Slide down, lil' n***a that's a trespa**
Named the whip Ralph, with them straps we'll wreck that
Throw a dime with the Glock, like a chest pa**
A n***a run up, big shells where his legs at
Strictly Only Brothers, if you not you irrelevant
Big clips longer than the trunk of an elephant
A n***a stressed out, pourin' fours for the medicine
Circle like a dot, where a white b*t*h freckles is
Get paid, f**k beef, n***a, get paid
Cops come, lil' bro, switch lanes
Uppercase, young n***a tote a big K
And all our guns hoes, run up, n***a, get laid
Speakin' down on a n***a, you a ho, n***a (You a b*t*h)
Why you lyin', actin' like you totin' poles, n***a (You ain't)
Catch you lackin', guarantee it's a score, n***a (Boom Boom)
Talkin' all that cash sh*t, but you broke, n***a (You Broke)
Watch we send f**ks out to some f**k n***as (You a b*t*h)
Learn the sound when them hollows get to bust, n***a (Boom Boom)
Some n***a's gettin' visits, others is missin'
All you hear is body droppin' and them the cuffs click
SOB the gang, all my n***as with the sh*t
I'll bust at a opp, and i'll bust at a b*t*h
No drive-by's 'cause my n***as tryna' scope
Young n***a with the shred, 'cause you trippin' with the pole (Tear It Off)
Sh*t real in these streets, you gotta play it right
Don't let the b*t*h be the reason why you lose yo' life
Never lyin' on this sh*t, I'ma tell the truth
I ain't gon' rock wit' that booty if I ain't gon' shoot
These n***as can't stand us
LOL for what though?
'Cause we the reason n***a's main b*t*hes gettin' f**ked on
Keep a small circle, new n***as, I can't trust those
These b*t*hes f**k whoever bill's bigger, so it's f**k hoes
I go down and they get me in that room, I'm on hush-mode
North Vallejo turf n***a, Crestside, cutthroat
XD, Gleekos, Dracos we bust those
And every n***a that I call brother, I'll bust for
Shooter's everywhere, get you smacked for a band
Leanin' off this two-liter Sprite, thank the cough-man
F**k talkin', slide through and get to sparkin'
This funk, will have you n***as MIA like the Dolphins
SOB the gang, we the n***as talkin' cash sh*t
G got that 'K, quick to make a n***a backflip
Woodgrain chop, but I'm rockin' wit' this plastic
And money blue or green, I'll get it out a fat b*t*h, n***a!
Ever since day one, I been the same n***a
Please, don't, confuse me for a lame n***a
Thirty shot's in that Glock, wit' no aim, n***a
Eleven shot's in that stock, sprayin' paint, n***a
Circle got small, I can't trust n***as
B*t*h, I been a hot n***a since a young n***a
Took a loss, but you neva' seen me run, n***a
Thought I'm dumb, n***a, 'till his face meet this drum, n***a
Ten-deep in the foreign, ridin' back to back
Catch a opp-n***a slippin', runnin' lap to lap
All blue's in my loaf, n***a, stack to stack
And she gon' do all my bro's, n***a, back to back
Ha, yeah, n***as know the gang, n***a
Talk sh*t when it's diamonds in yo chain, n***a?
All-chrome thirty-twos, had to tuck that
Two-tone .380, had to bust that
Upgraded to that Glock, b*t*h, don't touch that
And it ain't on my hip if I won't bust that
Clutchin' in the party, n***a, clutch back
Put that barrel to his face, blow his buff's back
Make a n***a strip like a thot, b*t*h
Call that chop Ray Rice, how it drop sh*t
Doin' pop-ups, mom's house, TEC shots, two Glocks, headshots, Young Money "Bed Rock"
Man's turned on me, so he gotta catch a leg shot
F**k cops, f**k opps, .40 in the tuck spot
B*t*hes want a n***a off they fame, I can't trust thots
SOB the gang, wit' more chops than a gunshop, b*t*h
Ahh, 30s, 50s, 100s, b*t*h, we got 'em
B*t*h, we been gettin' money
Talk sh*t when it's diamonds in yo' chain, b*t*h
SOB the gang, b*t*h
F**k you sucka's
For you other n***as, I ain't f**kin' wit'
(RBESOB that's the gang b*t*h!)
What you f**k n***as sayin'?
Glock in the party, I be strapped like a gay b*t*h
N***as lane changin', don't know where they lane is
I carry big bills, nah n***a I ain't changin'
Slide down, lil' n***a that's a trespa**
Named the whip Ralph, with them straps we'll wreck that
Throw a dime with the Glock, like a chest pa**
A n***a run up, big shells where his legs at
Strictly Only Brothers, if you not you irrelevant
Big clips longer than the trunk of an elephant
A n***a stressed out, pourin' fours for the medicine
Circle like a dot, where a white b*t*h freckles is
Get paid, f**k beef, n***a, get paid
Cops come, lil' bro, switch lanes
Uppercase, young n***a tote a big K
And all our guns hoes, run up, n***a, get laid
Speakin' down on a n***a, you a ho, n***a (You a b*t*h)
Why you lyin', actin' like you totin' poles, n***a (You ain't)
Catch you lackin', guarantee it's a score, n***a (Boom Boom)
Talkin' all that cash sh*t, but you broke, n***a (You Broke)
Watch we send f**ks out to some f**k n***as (You a b*t*h)
Learn the sound when them hollows get to bust, n***a (Boom Boom)
Some n***a's gettin' visits, others is missin'
All you hear is body droppin' and them the cuffs click
SOB the gang, all my n***as with the sh*t
I'll bust at a opp, and i'll bust at a b*t*h
No drive-by's 'cause my n***as tryna' scope
Young n***a with the shred, 'cause you trippin' with the pole (Tear It Off)
Sh*t real in these streets, you gotta play it right
Don't let the b*t*h be the reason why you lose yo' life
Never lyin' on this sh*t, I'ma tell the truth
I ain't gon' rock wit' that booty if I ain't gon' shoot
These n***as can't stand us
LOL for what though?
'Cause we the reason n***a's main b*t*hes gettin' f**ked on
Keep a small circle, new n***as, I can't trust those
These b*t*hes f**k whoever bill's bigger, so it's f**k hoes
I go down and they get me in that room, I'm on hush-mode
North Vallejo turf n***a, Crestside, cutthroat
XD, Gleekos, Dracos we bust those
And every n***a that I call brother, I'll bust for
Shooter's everywhere, get you smacked for a band
Leanin' off this two-liter Sprite, thank the cough-man
F**k talkin', slide through and get to sparkin'
This funk, will have you n***as MIA like the Dolphins
SOB the gang, we the n***as talkin' cash sh*t
G got that 'K, quick to make a n***a backflip
Woodgrain chop, but I'm rockin' wit' this plastic
And money blue or green, I'll get it out a fat b*t*h, n***a!
Ever since day one, I been the same n***a
Please, don't, confuse me for a lame n***a
Thirty shot's in that Glock, wit' no aim, n***a
Eleven shot's in that stock, sprayin' paint, n***a
Circle got small, I can't trust n***as
B*t*h, I been a hot n***a since a young n***a
Took a loss, but you neva' seen me run, n***a
Thought I'm dumb, n***a, 'till his face meet this drum, n***a
Ten-deep in the foreign, ridin' back to back
Catch a opp-n***a slippin', runnin' lap to lap
All blue's in my loaf, n***a, stack to stack
And she gon' do all my bro's, n***a, back to back
Ha, yeah, n***as know the gang, n***a
Talk sh*t when it's diamonds in yo chain, n***a?
All-chrome thirty-twos, had to tuck that
Two-tone .380, had to bust that
Upgraded to that Glock, b*t*h, don't touch that
And it ain't on my hip if I won't bust that
Clutchin' in the party, n***a, clutch back
Put that barrel to his face, blow his buff's back
Make a n***a strip like a thot, b*t*h
Call that chop Ray Rice, how it drop sh*t
Doin' pop-ups, mom's house, TEC shots, two Glocks, headshots, Young Money "Bed Rock"
Man's turned on me, so he gotta catch a leg shot
F**k cops, f**k opps, .40 in the tuck spot
B*t*hes want a n***a off they fame, I can't trust thots
SOB the gang, wit' more chops than a gunshop, b*t*h
Ahh, 30s, 50s, 100s, b*t*h, we got 'em
B*t*h, we been gettin' money
Talk sh*t when it's diamonds in yo' chain, b*t*h
SOB the gang, b*t*h
