Stay In Yo Lane

[Intro]
Blaow, come here
Yeah, I hear you, nigga
We gettin' it, nigga, no cap
What the boy say, though? Uh-huh

[Chorus]
How the fuck you a killer, you ain't never seen a brain? Nigga, hop in that box, catch a stain
Two deep, four Glocks, Lil J get off, nigga, you better stay in your lane
Ho, we 'bout that action, pull up takin' 'Cats, .308 tryna snatch through the frame
I got swag like Mick Jagger, fuck nigga, you a rapper, get in front the police and you sing
Dog shit inside my pocket, these blacked-out shades come from Celine
I drop bags on top of niggas, jump in these streets, see how it be
Four-door, three sticks and a buck-buck
Fully Drac', Lil J tryna switch the scene
Stake out on a lick, catch a honey bun
If 12 get hot, throw out the beam

[Verse]
You wouldn't guess what I've seen
Fuckin' up these checks, I'm a Dolce fiend
Catch up with that pussy, get out the hotbox, get clapped
Take the stick out your jeans
Caught the pussy and whacked him in traffic
Nigga shouldn't've been lackin', he got slumped on the seat
Fully packin', I pull up, get active
Got my young nigga packin', get left in the street
I got rich off punchlines
Can't have no guns, still run from one-time
Didn't bust your glizzy 'cause you wouldn't use it, but I can't go, I bust mines
Nigga, work your blick, it's crunch time
Me and Lil J run up front line
Bitch, eat my wing-wang
Leave a nigga flat, bitch play with some shit, that drum fire
Bitch nigga, we shoot jump shots, ten for ten hangin' out the window
Talk perfect form, my coach say I got good aim when that stick blow
You get pape' and flex it, we put that shit up and flip those
Fuck they stop my stressin', I invest in kills like crypto
Bump the Drac', beat switch like a bitch, no gloves, get did like Kimbo
Fuck up me another TEC, I had to split, took an L, that shit cute, but it's real, though
All of my young niggas pull up and shoot, SNQ get a dub like a field goal
Have my young niggas pull up and take all your loot, take him down, if he tell, we gon' kill bro

[Chorus]
How the fuck you a killer, you ain't never seen a brain? Nigga, hop in that box, catch a stain
Two deep, four Glocks, Lil J get off, nigga, you better stay in your lane
Ho, we 'bout that action, pull up takin' 'Cats, .308 tryna snatch through the frame
I got swag like Mick Jagger, fuck nigga, you a rapper, get in front the police and you sing
Dog shit inside my pocket, these blacked-out shades come from Celine
I drop bags on top of niggas, jump in these streets, see how it be
Four-door, three sticks and a buck-buck
Fully Drac', Lil J tryna switch the scene
Stake out on a lick, catch a honey bun
If 12 get hot, throw out the beam

[Outro]
Oh my God
Whap him, whap him, damn, see?