Laneswitch - Lil Tjay

Fuck it, I know I’m still young, I know I’m still dumb

Man, I’m tryna change shit

My youngins they be on that gang shit

I send 'em, they pull up and bang shit

I try to chill out and focus on music

But niggas forgot that we dangerous

When it come to that iron, we slang shit

I’ma stay on this road till my laneswitch

On the road gettin' check-in, but we call it flickin'

These niggas ain’t speakin' my language

Pussy boy, I don’t fuck with that lame shit

It be hard to stay low 'cause this fame shit

Had this doll give me mop in the back of my Beamer

It’s crazy you call her your main bitch

Every link-up, it’s always the same shit

Now you not gonna know that the pain hit

Said you won’t be a opp, had your bitch give me top

Told the guys, I’m like «Yo this is gay shit»

White gold, I ain’t rockin' no stainless

Fill your head with three hollows, you brainless

Put them goons on your ass, they lookin' for cash

You fuck around, boy, and be chainless

My city, I’m tryna rename this

Run up on me, headshot, now you famous

And I heard niggas lookin' for me

And I heard niggas lookin' for my bros

Pop out, I be icy and clean

New drip from my head to my toe

Catch a opp, back-to-back in the Rolls

Bullets burnin', we get him, skips states and get low

Ordered my food, then I took it to go

I was thirteen, tryna flip me a O

When I ain’t know nothin', I knew I would blow

I knew that one day I’d sell out a show

I know these fuck niggas want me to lose

Thanks for the haters for helpin' me grow

I got some feelings I never let show

Do it for Smelly, forever my bro

Ride through my city, I’m drivin' on Forgis

See me, I’m flexin' with butterfly doors

Fuck it, I know I’m still young, I know I’m still dumb

Man, I’m tryna change shit

My youngins they be on that gang shit

I send 'em, they pull up and bang shit

I try to chill out and focus on music

But niggas forgot that we dangerous

When it come to that iron, we slang shit

I’ma stay on this road till my laneswitch

On the road gettin' check-in, but we call it flickin'

These niggas ain’t speakin' my language

Pussy boy, I don’t fuck with that lame shit

It be hard to stay low 'cause this fame shit

Had this doll give me mop in the back of my Beamer

It’s crazy you call her your main bitch

Every link-up, it’s always the same shit

Now you not gonna know that the pain hit