SOB X RBE - Lane Changing 2

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Bro got the strap for a nigga tryna lane switch, huh
Who these niggas wanna play with?
See niggas 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'
Nino with a Wii cause that bitch got extension
I won’t twitter beef middle fingers to yo mention
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’er take mo' trips
Niggas lyin' on the game, nigga make mo' sense
T.O. why these nerd niggas sneak dissin'?
Graduated with the mind of a street nigga
Big Glock with the beam for the heat sensor
Can’t chase the cat if the hoe got flees with her
And that’s why, I gotta stay strapped
Heard niggas plottin' lil bro push his face back
Lyin' on the net lol nigga state facts
Broke niggas 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 ima spark in his face, look
I got goals I don’t care bout' the next nigga
Takin' pics with the strap buy a vest wit' it
Outside nerd niggas on the net wit' it
Big ass guns for every opp nigga set trippin, bitch
Ima do it like J' take the K and get out
L’s tryna rob us lil nigga that’s a big fail
Red bottoms buddy told a nigga came from big kell
Joe’s so wet like a nigga rockin' big whales
Circle got small lil nigga, oh well
If I go to jail lil nigga ima post bail
Gotta keep my eyes behind my back like a fish tail
Six seat class like a nigga rang a bitch bell
Talkin' false back to back lil nigga post some
Talkin' gun play lil nigga you ain’t tote none
Where that cash at lil bitch I need more funds
Heard niggas plottin' so I went and bought mo' guns
Flexin' lil cheese lil nigga them is poor ones
Talkin' cash shit cause my niggas really blow ones
R.I.P my brother Los' he was rockin' with them 12's
15 a’back a nigga up, Melo in the post
Talkin' cash shit now these bitches wanna fuck now
Young rich nigga come get with the bust down
Put my trust in you, nah nigga I don’t trust clowns
Fuckin' with them suckas lil nigga better duck rounds
And that’s why
I just bought a chop
Police killing niggas, so I rock with the Glock
If the boy’s get to trippin' I’d 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
And these niggas 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'
Everytime you see me he don’t speak cause it’s on me
And his brothers left him hanging cause them niggas don’t want it
They know I slide through the block with them chops out
Domino effect that’s another nigga knocked down
Might not live long except what I got now
Probably why I’ll die before I let a nigga rob now
RBE, SOB on my chain
Niggas want funk then I put that on gang
My main bitch paid puttin' bitches on a plane
See them chops better run like a mothafuckin' slave
Niggas love to talk, I just love getting paid
Too busy catchin' planes now a broke nigga fade
The fuck I care about what a broke nigga say
Margiela’s 900 hundred nigga you goin' need a raise
You the type to eat it when that bitch need to shave
You a broke nigga and yo bitch need a save
All that twitter talkin' get you shot in the face
50 bands on a lawyer just so I can beat the case lil nigga