SOB x RBE - Lane Changing lyrics

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SOB x RBE - Lane Changing lyrics

[Intro: DaBoii] RBE, SOB man that's the gang man f** you s**a's For you other n***as, I ain't f**ing with (RBE x SOB thats the gang biiitch!!) [Verse 1: DaBoii] What you f** n***as saying? Glock in the party, I be strapped like a gay b**h n***as lane changing, don't know where they lane is I carry big bills, nah n***a I ain't changing Slide down, lil' n***a that's a trespa** Named the whip Ralph, with them straps we'll wreck that Throw a dime with the Glock, like a chest pa**, a n***a run up, big shells where his legs at? Strictly Only Brothers, if you not you irrelevant Big clips, longer than the trunk of an elephant A n***a stressed out, pouring 4's for the medicine My circle like a dot, where a white b**h freckles is Get paid, f** beef, get paid Cops come, lil' bro...switch lanes Uppercase, young n***a tote a big kev And all our guns hoes, n***a get laid [Verse 2: Lul G] Speaking down on a n***a you a hoe n***a (You a b**h!!) Why you lying, actin' like you toting poles n***a (You ain't) Catch you lacking, guarantee it's a scope n***a (Boom Boom) Talking all that cash sh** but you broke n***a ( You Broke) Watch we send Fox out to some f** n***as (You a b**h) Whats the sound when them hollows get to busting? (Boom Boom) Some n***a's getting bands and some others is b**hing All you hear his body drop and them the cups click SOB the gang, all my n***as with the sh** I'll bust at a opp, and i'll bust at a b**h No drive-by's 'cause my n***as tryna' scope Young n***a with the shrek, 'cause you tripping with the pole (Tear It Off) sh** real in these streets, you gotta play it right Don't let the b**h be the reason why you lose yo life Never lying on this sh**, Imma gon' tell the truth I ain't gon rock with that buddah, if i ain't gon' shoot [Verse 3: Slimmy B] These n***as can't stand us LOL for what though? Because we the reason n***a's main b**hes getting f**ed on Keep a small circle, new n***as I can't trust those These b**hes f** whoever bill's bigger, so it's f** hoes I go down and they get me in that room, I'm on hush-mode North Vallejo turf n***a, Crestside, cutthroat XD, Gluco's, Draco's we bust those And every n***a that I call brother, I'll bust for Shooter's everywhere, get you smacked for a softdown Leaning off this 2-Liter Sprite, like the cough man f** talking, slide through and get to sparking This funk, will have you MIA like the Dolphins SOB the gang, we the n***as talking cash sh** G got that K, quick to make a n***a backflip Wolf-Grey chop, but i'm rocking with this plastic Money blue and green, I'll get it out a fat b**h [Verse 4: Yhung To] Ever since day 1, I been the same n***a n***a please, don't, confuse me for a lame n***a 30 shot's in that Glock, with no aim n***a 11 shot's in that stock, spraying paint n***a Circle got small, I can't trust n***as b**h I been a hot n***a since a young n***a Took a loss, but you neva' seen me run n***a Though I'm dumb n***a, 'till his face meet this drum n***a 10 deep in the foreign, riding back to back Catch a opp n***a slippin, running lap to lap All blue's in my loaf, n***a stack to stack She gon' do all my bro's, n***a back to back Ha...yea n***a's know the gang n***a Talk sh**, where the diamonds in yo' chain n***a? All chrome 32, had to tuck that Two-tone 380, had to bust that Upgraded to that Glock, b**h don't touch that And it ain't on my hip, if I won't bust that Clutching in the party n***a touch back Put that barrel to his face, blow his buff's back Make a n***a strip..like a thot b**h Call that chop Ray Rice how it drop sh** Doing pop-ups, mom's house, tech shots, 2 Glocks, headshot,Young Money "Bed Rock" Man's turned on me, so he gotta catch a leg shot f** cops, f** opps, 40 in the touch spot b**hes want a n***a all for fame, I can't trust thots SOB the gang, with more shots than a gunshot b**h [Outro: Lul G] Ahhh 30's, 50's, 100's b**h we got 'em We been getting money Talk sh** when it's diamonds in yo' chain b**h SOB the gang b**h