Lane Changing lyrics

[Intro: Lul G]
RBE, SOB, man, that's the gang, man
f*ck you suckers for you other n*ggas I ain't f*ckin' with
(RBE, SOB, that's the gang, b*tch)

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
What you f*ck n*ggas sayin'?
GLOCK in the party, I be strapped like a gay b*tch
n*ggas lane changin', don't know where they lane is
I carry big bills, nah, n*gga, I ain't changin'
Slide down, lil' n*gga that's a trespass
Named the whip Ralph, with them straps we'll wreck that
Throw a dime with the Glock like a chest pass
A n*gga run up, big shells where his legs at
Strictly Only Brothers, if you not you irrelevant
Big clips longer than the trunk of a elephant
A n*gga stressed out, pourin' fours for the medicine
Circle like a dot where a white b*tch freckles is
Get paid, f*ck beef, n*gga, get paid
Cops come, lil' bro, switch lanes
Uppercase, young n*gga tote a big K
And all our guns hoes, run up, n*gga, get laid

[Verse 2: Lul G]
Speakin' down on a n*gga, you a ho, n*gga (You a b*tch)
Why you lyin' actin' like you totin' poles, n*gga? (You ain't)
Catch you lackin', guarantee it's a score, n*gga (Boom Boom)
Talkin' all that cash sh*t but you broke, n*gga (You broke)
Watch we send f*cks out to some f*ck n*ggas (You a b*tch)
Learn the sound when them hollows get to bust, n*gga (Boom, boom)
Some n*ggas gettin' visits, others is missin'
All you hear is body droppin' and them the cuffs click
SOB the gang, all my n*ggas with the sh*t
I'll bust at a opp and I'll bust at a b*tch
No drive-bys 'cause my n*ggas tryna score
Young n*gga with the shred, quick to trip and up the pole (Tear it off)
sh*t real in these streets, you gotta play it right
Don't let the b*tch be the reason why you lose your life
Never lyin' on this sh*t, I'ma tell the truth
I ain't gon' rock with that [?] if I ain't gon' shoot
[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
These n*ggas can't stand us, LOL, for what though?
'Cause we the reason n*ggas' main b*tches gettin' f*cked on
Keep a small circle, new n*ggas, I can't trust those
These b*tches f*ck whoever bills bigger so it's f*ck hoes
I go down and they get me in that room, I'm on hush mode
North Vallejo turf n*gga, Crestside, cutthroat
XD, Gleekos, Dracos, we bust those
And every n*gga that I call brother I'll bust for
Shooters everywhere, get you smacked for a band
Leanin' off this two-liter Sprite, thank the cough man
f*ck talkin', slide through and get to sparkin'
This funk'll have you n*ggas MIA like the Dolphins
SOB the gang, we the n*ggas talkin' cash sh*t
G got that K, quick to make a n*gga backflip
Woodgrain chop but I'm rockin' with this plastic
And money blue or green, I'll get it out a fat b*tch, n*gga

[Verse 4: Yhung T.O.]
Every since day one, I been the same n*gga
Please don't confuse me for a lame n*gga
Thirty shots in that GLOCK with no aim, n*gga
Eleven shots in that stock, sprayin' paint, n*gga
Circle got small, I can't trust n*ggas
b*tch, I been a hot n*gga since a young n*gga
Took a loss but you never seen me run, n*gga
Thought I'm dumb, n*gga, 'til his face meet this drum, n*gga
Ten deep in them foreigns ridin' back to back
Catch a opp n*gga slippin', runnin' lap to lap
All blues in my loaf, n*gga, stack to stack
And she gon' do all my bros, n*gga, back to back
Ha, yeah, n*ggas know the gang, n*gga
Talk sh*t when it's diamonds in your chain, n*gga
All chrome 32s, had to tuck that
Two-tone .380, had to bust that
Upgraded to that GLOCK, b*tch, don't touch that
And it ain't on my hip if I won't bust that
Clutchin' in the party, n*gga, clutch back
Put that barrel to his face, blow his buff's back
Make a n*gga strip like a thot b*tch
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
Mans turned on me so he gotta catch a leg shot
f*ck cops, f*ck opps, 40 in the tuck spot
b*tches want a n*gga off the fame, I can't trust thots
SOB the gang with more chops than a gun shop, b*tch
[Outro: Lul G]
Ah, thirties, fifties, hundreds
b*tch, we got 'em, b*tch, we been gettin' money
Talk sh*t when it's diamonds in your chain, b*tch
SOB the gang, b*tch