Lane Changing

RBE x SOB man that's the gang man
 Fuck you sucka's
 For you other niggas, I ain't fucking with
 (RBE x SOB thats the gang biiitch)
 What you fuck niggas saying?
 Glock in the party, I be strapped like a gay bitch
 Niggas lane changing, don't know where they lane is
 I carry big bills, nah nigga I ain't changing
 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, pouring 4's for the medicine
 My 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 kev
 And all our guns hoes, run up nigga get laid
 Speaking down on a nigga you a hoe nigga (You a bitch)
 Why you lying, actin' like you toting poles nigga (You ain't)
 Catch you lacking, guarantee it's a scope nigga (Boom Boom)
 Talking all that cash shit but you broke nigga (You Broke)
 Watch we send Fox out to some fuck niggas (You a bitch)
 Whats the sound when them hollows get to busting? (Boom Boom)
 Some nigga's getting bands and some others is bitching
 All you hear his body drop and them the cups 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 shrek, 'cause you tripping 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 lying on this shit, Imma gon' tell the truth
 I ain't gon rock with that buddah, if i ain't gon' shoot
 These niggas can't stand us
 LOL for what though?
 Because we the reason nigga's main bitches getting 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, Gluco'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 softdown
 Leaning off this 2-Liter Sprite, like the cough man
 Fuck talking, slide through and get to sparking
 This funk, will have you niggas MIA like the Dolphins
 SOB the gang, we the niggas talking cash shit
 G got that K, quick to make a nigga backflip
 Wolf-Grey chop, but i'm rocking with this plastic
 Money blue and green, I'll get it out a fat bitch
 Ever since day 1, I been the same nigga
 Nigga please, don't, confuse me for a lame nigga
 30 shot's in that Glock, with no aim nigga
 11 shot's in that stock, spraying 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, riding back to back
 Catch a opp nigga slippin, running lap to lap
 All blue's in my loaf, nigga stack to stack
 She gon' do all my bro's, nigga back to back
 Ha... yea nigga's know the gang nigga
 Talk shit, where the 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
 Clutching in the party nigga touch 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
 Doing pop-ups, mom's house, tech shots, 2 Glocks, headshot, young money bed rock
 Man's turned on me, so he gotta catch a leg shot
 Fuck cops, fuck opps, 40 in the touch spot
 Bitches want a nigga all for fame, I can't trust thots
 SOB the gang, with more shots than a gunshot
 Bitch