Stay In Yo Lane lyrics

[Intro]
Blaow, come here
Yeah, I hear you, n*gga
We gettin' it, n*gga, no cap
What the boy say, though? Uh-huh

[Chorus]
How the f*ck you a killer, you ain't never seen a brain? n*gga, hop in that box, catch a stain
Two deep, four Glocks, Lil J get off, n*gga, you better stay in your lane
Ho, we 'bout that action, pull up takin' 'Cats, .308 tryna snatch through the frame
I got swag like Mick Jagger, f*ck n*gga, you a rapper, get in front the police and you sing
Dog sh*t inside my pocket, these blacked-out shades come from Celine
I drop bags on top of n*ggas, jump in these streets, see how it be
Four-door, three sticks and a buck-buck
Fully Drac', Lil J tryna switch the scene
Stake out on a lick, catch a honey bun
If 12 get hot, throw out the beam

[Verse]
You wouldn't guess what I've seen
f*ckin' up these checks, I'm a Dolce fiend
Catch up with that pus*y, get out the hotbox, get clapped
Take the stick out your jeans
Caught the pus*y and whacked him in traffic
n*gga shouldn't've been lackin', he got slumped on the seat
Fully packin', I pull up, get active
Got my young n*gga packin', get left in the street
I got rich off punchlines
Can't have no guns, still run from one-time
Didn't bust your glizzy 'cause you wouldn't use it, but I can't go, I bust mines
n*gga, work your blick, it's crunch time
Me and Lil J run up front line
b*tch, eat my wing-wang
Leave a n*gga flat, b*tch play with some sh*t, that drum fire
b*tch n*gga, we shoot jump shots, ten for ten hangin' out the window
Talk perfect form, my coach say I got good aim when that stick blow
You get pape' and flex it, we put that sh*t up and flip those
f*ck they stop my stressin', I invest in kills like crypto
Bump the Drac', beat switch like a b*tch, no gloves, get did like Kimbo
f*ck up me another TEC, I had to split, took an L, that sh*t cute, but it's real, though
All of my young n*ggas pull up and shoot, SNQ get a dub like a field goal
Have my young n*ggas pull up and take all your loot, take him down, if he tell, we gon' kill bro
[Chorus]
How the f*ck you a killer, you ain't never seen a brain? n*gga, hop in that box, catch a stain
Two deep, four Glocks, Lil J get off, n*gga, you better stay in your lane
Ho, we 'bout that action, pull up takin' 'Cats, .308 tryna snatch through the frame
I got swag like Mick Jagger, f*ck n*gga, you a rapper, get in front the police and you sing
Dog sh*t inside my pocket, these blacked-out shades come from Celine
I drop bags on top of n*ggas, jump in these streets, see how it be
Four-door, three sticks and a buck-buck
Fully Drac', Lil J tryna switch the scene
Stake out on a lick, catch a honey bun
If 12 get hot, throw out the beam

[Outro]
Oh my God
Whap him, whap him, damn, see?