Kid Berg - Switch Lanes lyrics

Switch Lanes: Kid Berg verse 1: Now they say pour up drank, what would a motherf**er do for a head shot Hold up wait, it's no biggie but I think I may be dead wrong Roll up smoke, and tell me what I gotta do to sell an album Going gold, or like my card I may go platinum No love shown, To those hoes who missed the opportunity They had back when I rapped bad now all of you are old news to me Its just how I roll, and I roll up in an M3 with the leather seats Im the person you pretend to be, when you forget who runs it remember me like Chorus: These n***as do not know, the only thing we gon' say These top n***as gotta go, cause we're coming your way Gotta switch your lane, gotta switch your lane Gotta switch your lane, gotta switch your f**ing lane Gotta switch your lane, gotta switch your lane Kid B verse: Make a bad b**h stand up, like my name was luda Husky n***a but they love me n***a, rub my belly like buddha Got this chick she give me good brain, she my private tutor Give that one chick that major pain, before I leave I salute her Red bone in my bedroom, and she covered in tattoos Lets bone in my bedroom, puffin' on green and we're sipping on brews See headphones give me leg room, giving me head I ain't thinkin' of you If you're f**ing with me high on them trees, s**ing on D's then you f** with my crew Motherf** these n***as, motherf** these hoes Cause I be getting money blowing all these O's Ya like milly, love me like illy, ice on my wrist make my days real chilly Got a chick in the back make her wet like willy But don't be silly n***a don't be silly, ah Kid Berg verse 2: Now they say pour up, drank, now what would a motherf**er do just to make it So much hate, and I act like none of this sh**'ll phase me Kid Berg, and Kid B that's legendary The pimpin always necessary, last thing I'll be is getting married I got life, to live so watch how I may not stay long Spot light, is not that bright when you got your shades on Under-ground, kings but I ain't seen that crown yet Run around, your town with a bottle and a couple ounces Tell me who, else that does it that's on our level Cause we flying out and then ride around you get it homie we do not settle Chorus: These n***as do not know, the only thing we gon' say These top n***as gotta go, cause we're coming your way Gotta switch your lane, gotta switch your lane Gotta switch your lane, gotta switch your f**ing lane Gotta switch your lane, gotta switch your lane