Switching Lanes - T-Roy Aka Reezy & Wix One

ReeseSeeMoney I Gotem Swervin (I Gotem Swervin) Skirt Skirt Lane To Lane I know these niggas they watch what I do They be capin in chats Throwing dirt on my name I Gotem Nervous (I Gotem Nervous) Aye Aye Im in they brain I want my racks to be blue Dont compare me to you lil nigga We aint the same I Gotem Swervin (I Gotem Swervin) Skirt Skirt Lane To Lane I know these niggas they watch what I do They be capin in chats Throwing dirt on my name I Gotem Nervous (I Gotem Nervous) Aye Aye Im in they brain I want my racks to be blue Dont compare me to you lil nigga We aint the same She keep calling my phone thats her calling again I dont want you tryna fuck on yo friend I know these niggas dont want me to win But ah nigga cant stop till I get to the end Yeah I be in that field with them soldiers I cant trust I look over my shoulder Everyday niggas get A lil bolder I can feel it my heart getting colder Yeah I ran it up now they hurt We came from the mud use to play in the dirt Use to wait until Christmas to buy ah new shirt Now we riding in foreign's and make them go skirt Yeah we riding we make them go skirt Got me singing im feeling like Durk Thats yo bitch I cant tell she A flirt That fake love man that shit be the woo-o-orst I walk with my rocket Niggas they shoot cuz they want to be you And they know that you walk with them racks in yo pocket I make ah play and them niggas not open I turn into Aaron when im in that pocket These bitches they fu ot to stay true to you I cant give them my heart you know I got to lock it I Gotem Swervin (I Gotem Swervin) Skirt Skirt Lane To Lane I know these niggas they watch what I do They be capin in chats Throwing dirt on my name I Gotem Nervous (I Gotem Nervous) Aye Aye Im in they brain I want my racks to be blue Dont compare me to you lil nigga We aint the same I Gotem Swervin (I Gotem Swervin) Skirt Skirt Lane To Lane I know these niggas they watch what I do They be capin in chats Throwing dirt on my name I Gotem Nervous (I Gotem Nervous) Aye Aye Im in they brain I want my racks to be blue Dont compare me to you lil nigga We aint the same

Baby, give me brain (yeah) Baby go insane (yeah) Let me switch lanes (yeah) Go a different pace (uh-huh) Man, I'm on a plane (yeah) Man, I can't complain (yo, Pi'erre) First-class gang (yeah) Too-much-money gang (uh-huh) Bought a new chain (yeah) Ignorant ways (yeah) Ignorance is bliss (yeah) Smile on my face (yeah) Mama just pray (yeah) Grandma just pray (yeah) Grandma want a car (yeah) Wanna switch lanes (uh-huh) For my birthday, I want more than you, bae (uh-huh) Fuck you any day, make you scream my name (uh-huh) I got déjà vu, do the same thing (uh-huh) Man, I want some change (woah), stack my loose change (uh-huh) Like a piggy bank (uh-huh), but my money can't (woah) Fit in like it's lame (uh-huh), got no fucking cap (woah) Save no hoes today (woah), that is not okay (nope) Man, you know the rules (woah), yeah, it's still the same (yeah) Baby, give me brain (yeah) Baby go insane (yeah) Let me switch lanes (yeah) Go a different pace (uh-huh) Man, I'm on a plane (yeah) Man, I can't complain (yo, Pi'erre) First-class gang (yeah) Too-much-money gang (uh-huh) Bought a new chain (yeah) Ignorant ways (yeah) Ignorance is bliss (yeah) Smile on my face (yeah) Mama just pray (yeah) Grandma just pray (yeah) Grandma want a car (yeah, huh) Wanna switch lanes (uh-huh) 'Bout to fuck on a model (slatt) In the back with the gas (Check it out, slatt, hol' up, bitch) You ain't even got it, yeah I'm with my slatt, hol' up, and a KelTec Yo, Pi'erre, that's my slatt, hol' up We did crack (pshh, what?) Check them stats (what? Slatt) Young nigga got gats (slatt, what?) Young nigga from the Flat, yeah Smokin' that gas (yeah) Look at my pants Smokin' that gas, spent a bag on this, hol' on (bitty) I'ma die lit, uh, yeah Hope the world die lit, uh, yeah (beep, beep, beep, bitty) Baby, give me brain (yeah) Baby go insane (yeah) Let me switch lanes (yeah, what?) Go a different pace (uh-huh) Man, I'm on a plane (yeah) Man, I can't complain (yo, Pi'erre) First-class gang (yeah) Too-much-money gang (uh-huh) Bought a new chain (yeah) Ignorant ways (yeah) Ignorance is bliss (yeah) Smile on my face (yeah) Mama just pray (yeah) Grandma just pray (yeah) Grandma want a car (yeah) Wanna switch lanes (uh-huh) Wanna record it? Wanna record it?

Oh this is what they wanted huh No auto Yeah Pray for my lungs yeah They tryna bring the house down Better watch out Wet em and he might drown Brought the mop out Scheming on my spot now Brodie locked down Free em out the dog pound Hating cus I'm on now Any nigguh that ever looked at me wrong Im gone murder every beat DONT need a hook onna song You gone starve if you don't eat I'm like a dog with my bone I Could've charged you a fee I Took that shit like a oath I know a nigguh That told on his members Quick fold now he switching sides I had some cold ass December's I clearly remember I prayed for them summer nights I played the trap for a second I had to neglect it My time wasn't worth a strike But still I could slide with them steppuhs Ride through whoever Hakuna Matata Ain't got no damn worries My partners got burried Know that it's stamped Shoot my shot like I'm Kobe Above the rim Callin shots juss like I'm birdie Knew since a jit Music my purpose I'm still goin in Don't need a new friend Don't do the beef he get turned to a burger Knew I would win its part of the plan Ain't want me back then now she wanna come over These rappers be cappin man im really tapped in hulk smash if you lackin It's like I'm the director these nigguhs be acting uhm lights camera action Just fucked on a bitch ain't cuffin up shit her sis still calling me daddy I Hop out the bitch and hop in a rental nigguh come catch me in traffic Told Brodie throw me beat fuck charging for feats already kno that I'm taxing My girl be rolling the weed we fuckn round three no time for relaxing Nigguhs start noticing me we change up the scene boy shit could get tragic I Just want the backend think that he popping cuz ah show em what's cracking No dad so I'm kinda a bastard Hoes mad I don't respond after smashing GT got the torch don't pass it Blitzing nigguhs shit hit stick no madden Wipe a nigguh nose I ain't have no napkin Flip shit like a pro advanced in gymnastics Stick to the code but if nigguhs want smoke we ballin March madness Know that these nigguhs can't stand me I Hop off the stage skeet off with his bitch Type to break up a family I'm Lowkey romantic She smiling and shit Know that them hittas be with me It's Shots at ya kidney head out inna bit Thought he was green Get turned to a meme He a Whole clown in this bitch Now I'm pounding his bitch I was gone for a min But I'm back now Ain't use to show me love Get a hug nor dap now Prices going up She a slut Better tap out Kick her like a punt Double up Flipping racks now Bye Got the drop on ya spot So Brodie Brung the macks out Getting top from his thot So I Know the nigguh mad now look No noodles inna pot Shit got me up a rack now I know a nigguh That told on his members Quick fold now he switching sides I had some cold ass December's I clearly remember I prayed for them summer nights I played the trap for a second I had to neglect it My time wasn't worth a strike But still I could slide with them steppuhs Ride through whoever Hakuna Matata I Ain't got no damn worries My partner got buried Shit look Long live shaddie mu Free jeezy Pray for my lungs yeah