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Lane Changing

SOB X RBE

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Chaka Khan

Sampled Artist

DaBoii

Vocals

Lul G

Vocals

Rufus

Sampled Artist

Slimmy B

Vocals

Yhung T.O.

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

George Harris

Songwriter

Jabbar Brown

Songwriter

Juwon Lee

Songwriter

Wayan Barrow

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

TeamFlyLifeBeatz

TeamFlyLifeBeatz

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

RBE, SOB, mayne, that's the gang man

Fuck you sucka's

For you other ****, I ain't fuckin' with

(RBE, SOB, that's the gang, bitch)

[Verse 2]

What you fuck **** sayin'?

Glock in the party, I be strapped like a gay bitch

**** lane changing, don't know where they lane is

I carry big bills, nah ****, I ain't changin'

Slide down, lil' ****, that's a trespass

Named the whip Ralph, with them straps, we'll wreck that

Throw a dime with the glock, like a chest pass

A **** run up, big shells where his legs at

Strictly Only Brothers, if you not, you irrelevant

Big clips, longer than the trunk of a elephant

A **** stressed out, pourin' fo's for the medicine

Circle like a dot, where a white bitch freckles is

Get paid, fuck beef, **** get paid

Cops come, lil' bro

Switch lanes

Uppercase, young **** tote a big K

And all our guns hos, run up, **** get laid

[Verse 3]

Speakin' down on a ****, you a ho **** (You a bitch)

Why you lyin', actin' like you toting poles, ****? (You ain't)

Catch you lackin', guarantee it's a scope, **** (Boom-Boom)

Talkin' all that cash shit, but you broke, **** (You broke)

Watch me send fucks out to some fuck **** (You a bitch)

What the sound when the hollows get to bustin, ****? (Boom-Boom)

Some **** gettin' bands, it's others that's missin'

All you hear, his body drop and then them cups clink (Migo)

SOB the gang, all my **** with the shit

I'll bust at a opp, and I'll bust at a bitch

No drive-by's, 'cause my **** tryna scope

Young **** with the shrek, 'cause you're trippin' up the pole

(Tear it off)

Shit real in these streets, you gotta play it right

Don't let the bitch be the reason why you lose yo life

Never lyin' on this shit, I'ma tell the truth

I ain't gon' rock with that boot, if I ain't gon' shoot

[Verse 4]

These **** can't stand us

LOL, for what, though?

'Cause we the reason ****'s main bitches gettin' fucked on

Keep a small circle, new ****, I can't trust those

These bitches fuck whoever bill's bigger, so it's fuck hos

Down and they get me in that room, I'm on hush mode

North Vallejo turf ****, Crestside cutthroat

XD, Gluco's, Draco's, we bust those

And every **** that I call brother, I'll bust for

Shooters everywhere, get you smacked for a soft band

Leanin' off this two-liter of Sprite, thank the cough man

Fuck talkin', slide through and get it sparkin'

This fonk'll have you **** M-I-A like the Dolphins

SOB the gang, we them **** talkin' cash shit

G got that K, quick to make a **** backflip

Woodgrain chop, but I'm rockin' with this plastic

And money blue or green, I'll get it out a fat bitch, ****

[Verse 5]

Ever since day one, I been the same ****

Please, don't, confuse me for a lame ****

Thirty shots in that Glock, with no aim, ****

Eleven shots in that stock, spraying paint, ****

Circle got small, I can't trust ****

Bitch, I been a hot **** since a young ****

Took a loss, but you neva seen me run, ****

Thought I'm dumb, ****

Till his face meet this drum, ****

Ten deep in them foreigns, riding back to back

Catch a opp **** slippin', runnin' lap to lap

All blues in my loaf, **** stack to stack

And she gon' do all my bros, ****

Back to back

Ha, yeah, **** know the gang, ****

Talk shit, when it's diamonds in yo chain, ****

All chrome thirty-two, had to tuck that

Two-tone three-eighty, had to bust that

Upgraded to that Glock, bitch, don't touch that

And it ain't on my hip, if I won't bust that

Clutchin' in the party, **** touchback

Put that barrel to his face, blow his buff's back

Make a **** strip

Like a thot bitch

Call that chop Ray Rice, how it drop shit

Doin' pop-ups, mom's house, tech shots

Two glocks, headshots, Young Money, Bed Rock

Man's turned on me, so he gotta catch a leg shot

Fuck cops, fuck opps, forty in the tuck spot

Bitches want a **** off the fame, I can't trust thots

SOB the gang, with more shots than a gunshot, bitch

[Verse 6]

Ahh-ahh, thirties, fifties, hunnids, bitch we got 'em

Bitch, we been gettin' money

Talk shit, when it's diamonds in yo chain, bitch

SOB, the gang, bitch

Written by: Jabbar Brown, Juwon Lee, Wayman Barrow

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