Switch Lanes (Remix)

Aye, Youngin, running this mothafucking hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask where the bud

Cuz that shit already gone, up in them clouds

I'm now, livin' this life with no doubts

Getting money everywhere I go, they taking pictures

Got finger cuts

From all the money that I count with my entrepreneur fingers

We riding around In that Benz, that Rarri

Got hella bitches around me

Haters is pure snakes, Like I'm living on Safari

So roll up that Marley, We smoking louder than a Harley

Young mothafucka getting old money

Getting that green paper, with them big faces

But you been looking, but you can't seem to face us

I'm the best up in this hoe, You can't catch up cause you ridin slow

I am a God, Holy Brother, only brother to fuck your mother and your hoe

One clique, 3 guns and I hope all true motherfuckers know

We the only ones that go hard up in this game

Rapping over Tyga and The Game, cuz them mothafuckas don't know my name

At least not yet, but I am in it to take over

Young, hungry mothafucka, like Hova,

Back up in the mothafucking day

Nigga, when I need some head, your bitch come right away

When she done gave me brain

We go of off the hay, that Molly

Young mothafucka in his prime like Muhammad Ali.

 

When I switch lanes, phantom doors swang

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Rarri switch lanes, diamonds in my chain

Been around the world all the hoes know my name

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

 

First verse was a little chiller, second verse is about to kill ya

I could give a fuck as long as there is somebody iller

but I doubt it, because I am a beat killer

Drink a lot of purple, you can call me leaner

Fuck them other niggas, they ain't about a shit

They haters, so they will never admit

They will never say the truth

That I am the choosen one up in this booth

Your career incline then goes down like a roof

When I'm around y'all bitches don't say shit

When I shoot, you be throwing sticks

How you expect to win when you move ounces and I move bricks

When I switch lanes, Phantom doors swang

You already know it's my gang

Riding trough your city, your bitch with me

Throwing money her like I was a gene

When I switch lanes, Rarri doors swang

You better run when you hear that bang

Cause me and the homies riding trough, smoking on that dank

If you think you do it better, homie holler back

You know I always got that gat, always stay strapped

So step the fuck off the beat nigga fore you get slapped.