I Mean Dat

[Intro: OBN Jay]
What up 3?
Fuck wrong with a nigga?

[Chorus: OBN Jay]
Look, bitch stay in your lane (stay in your lane)
You can't ride 'round my track
Oh you think it's a game (bitch what you sayin'?)
Say huncho double back
Ride 'round with that sack and don't forget all of us got a strap
Disrespectin' the youngin, bitch your head gon' end on your lap
I mean that, we in that bottom where them fiends at
I bleed that, money bags talking, bitch I need that
Handle that, playing on my top, bitch you can cancel that
Under my left armpit where I'm tucking my hammers at

[Verse 1: OBN Jay]
You don't want no war, catch you slipping and spray up the car
Deep bodyguards, that purp gon' numb up all my scars
You know who we are (OBN)
Step on the scene like I'm a star
Yeah it get gangster when it's up
Thirty shots, bitch it's retarded, look
Testing my patience like I'm pussy, that's gon' get you zipped (Micro mini yopper in my hand, F&N on my hip)
Glocks, extended clips, plus all my yopper bullets tend to flip
You got me bent, open his head up like a bag of chips
Bitch it's up with me, take it there, it's gon' be stuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Like I'm a ho, you must be sleeping, I don't do the beef
But we gon' keep it In the street
Body bags and white sheets, blood stains all on your teeth nigga

[Chorus: OBN Jay]
Bitch stay in your lane (stay in your lane)
You can't ride 'round my track
Oh you think it's a game (bitch what you sayin'?)
Say huncho double back
Ride 'round with that sack and don't forget all of us got a strap
Disrespectin' the youngin, bitch your head gon' end on your lap
I mean that, we in that bottom where them fiends at
I bleed that, money bags talking, bitch I need that
Handle that, playing on my top, bitch you can cancel that
Under my left armpit where I'm tucking my hammers at

[Verse 2: OG 3Three]
Under my right, bitch I got thirty, we duckin', swervin' that bourbon
Sendin' them shots up on the curb and late night creepin', bitch we purgin'
You ain't heard, we draw the chalk nigga, that's gang shit
These seven point six twos re-innovating your brain quick
We thuggin', you know that it's up with us
Fuck up a check and we run it up
Everywhere I go we keep it tucked
Fuck your name, get your brain bust
Bitch you know we flashin' and we actin'
Thuggin' all in traffic
One of my brothers say the word
And bitch you know what's happenin'
Stay in your lane, it's some shit you might wan' do lil nigga
Don't let us catch you, we gon' stretch, we gon' run down you nigga
Don't give a fuck, we gon' keep lurking, we gon' hunt down you niggas
'Cause when it's up we gon' keep searchin' 'til we come find you niggas, gang

[Chorus: OBN Jay]
Bitch stay in your lane (stay in your lane)
You can't ride 'round my track
Oh you think it's a game (bitch what you sayin'?)
Say huncho double back
Ride 'round with that sack and don't forget all of us got a strap
Disrespectin' the youngin, bitch your head gon' end on your lap
I mean that, we in that bottom where them fiends at
I bleed that, money bags talking, bitch I need that
Handle that, playing on my top, bitch you can cancel that
Under my left armpit where I'm tucking my hammers at