Switchin' Lanes Lyrics

Switchin lanes

Fuck the games

This how I'm comin

Make it rain

Fuck yall lames

Blues I'm thumbin em

Thats ya bitch

Nah she his

I gotta number em

He aint seen a bag like this

He finna fumble em

Talkin crazy

He a fan

Up in the stands

Pocket watchin

Yet you still aint got no bands man

Got a bag

Then i flipped it

Did a hand stand

Aint gon send yo ass a verse

Need the advancement

He aint bout that shit

He aint never did a drill

I keep racking

Stackin bills n imma get a mil

Feeling lazy

Cuz i pour up with some benadryl

He be flexin

On sum weak shi

Like it take em skill

Run it up

Fuck it up

I just do my thang

I just dropped

Yo whole rent

Onna fucking chain

I cant fuck

Wit these hoes

They all bout the same

Run me up my check

What the fuck

I just broke da bank

Switchin lanes

Fuck the games

This how I'm comin

Make it rain

Fuck yall lames

Blues I'm thumbin em

Thats ya bitch

Nah she his

I gotta number em

He aint seen a bag like this

He finna fumble em

I got chrome

On my body

Now she all up on me

Thats ya hoe

Thats my fault

But she prolly want me

If he press me

Hit em twice

Man i feel like rocky

Going up

Way too fast

Nah they cannot stop me