Lane Changing - SOB X RBE

RBE, SOB man that’s the gang man

Fuck you sucka’s

For you other niggas, I ain’t fuckin' wit'

(RBESOB that’s the gang bitch!)

What you fuck niggas sayin'?

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

Niggas lane changin', don’t know where they lane is

I carry big bills, nah nigga I ain’t changin'

Slide down, lil' nigga 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 nigga run up, big shells where his legs at

Strictly Only Brothers, if you not you irrelevant

Big clips, longer than the trunk of an elephant

A nigga stressed out, pourin' 4's for the medicine

Circle like a dot, where a white bitch freckles is

Get paid, fuck beef, nigga get paid

Cops come, lil' bro… switch lanes

Uppercase, young nigga tote a big k

And all our guns hoes, run up nigga get laid

Speakin' down on a nigga you a ho nigga (You a bitch!!)

Why you lyin', actin' like you totin' poles nigga (You ain’t)

Catch you lackin', guarantee it’s a score nigga (Boom Boom)

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

Watch we send fucks out to some fuck niggas (You a bitch)

Learn the sound when them hollows get to bust nigga (Boom Boom)

Some nigga’s gettin' visits, others is missin'

All you hear is body droppin' and them the cuffs click

SOB the gang, all my niggas with the shit

I’ll bust at a opp, and i’ll bust at a bitch

No drive-by's 'cause my niggas tryna' scope

Young nigga with the shred, 'cause you trippin' with 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 wit' that boot, if i ain’t gon' shoot

These niggas can’t stand us

LOL for what though?

'Cause we the reason nigga’s main bitches gettin' fucked on

Keep a small circle, new niggas I can’t trust those

These bitches fuck whoever bill’s bigger, so it’s fuck hoes

I go down and they get me in that room, I’m on hush-mode

North Vallejo turf nigga, Crestside, cutthroat

XD, Gleeko’s, Draco’s we bust those

And every nigga that I call brother, I’ll bust for

Shooter’s everywhere, get you smacked for a band

Leanin' off this 2-Liter Sprite, thank the cough man

Fuck talkin', slide through and get to sparkin'

This funk, will have you niggas MIA like the Dolphins

SOB the gang, we the niggas talkin' cash shit

G got that 'K, quick to make a nigga backflip

Woodgrain chop, but I’m rockin' wit' this plastic

And money blue or green, I’ll get it out a fat bitch, nigga!

Ever since day one, I been the same nigga

Please, don’t, confuse me for a lame nigga

30 shot’s in that Glock, wit' no aim nigga

11 shot’s in that stock, sprayin' paint nigga

Circle got small, I can’t trust niggas

Bitch I been a hot nigga since a young nigga

Took a loss, but you neva' seen me run nigga

Thought I’m dumb nigga, 'till his face meet this drum nigga

10 deep in the foreign, ridin' back to back

Catch a opp nigga slippin, runnin' lap to lap

All blue’s in my loaf, nigga stack to stack

And she gon' do all my bro’s, nigga back to back

Ha… yea nigga’s know the gang nigga

Talk shit when it’s diamonds in yo' chain nigga?

All chrome 32, had to tuck that

Two-tone .380, 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 nigga clutch back

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

Make a nigga strip.

like a thot bitch

Call that chop Ray Rice how it drop shit

Doin' pop-ups, mom’s house, TEC shots, two Glocks, headshots, Young Money «Bed Rock»

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

Fuck cops, fuck opps, 40 in the tuk spot

Bitches want a nigga off they fame, I can’t trust thots

SOB the gang, wit' more chops than a gunshop

Bitch

Ahhh 30's, 50's, 100's bitch we got 'em

Bitch we been gettin' money

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

SOB the gang bitch