BizzWho - Switchin Lanes

It's like four in the morning
I just rolled up a fatty and had to face it
Exes going through it
Struggling to find a new replacement
I'm praying for ya
Hoping you find what you been chasing
Know you gon lose a couple good ones when you chasing greatness
These bitches won't hold me back
I gotta go get my scratch
Been saucy been bossy
That time spent can't get that back
Sold packs for I sold these raps
I don't got no relax
Drive slow like boy we black
Big ol target all on my back
Shit real can't make it up
That box vacant I'll take it up
Belly right and that ass fat
So I threw a stack and she raked it up
Yall really aint bout that life
I took a L and didn't make a fuss
I only fuck with my type
Cuz these boys be fake as fuck
Problems women money callin
That's right I pick the fetti
Peace over problems for paper I bet you shit get deadly
Pull up in a new butt with the roof up
I bet they try and wet me
All I wana do is live my life
You'd figure that they'd let me
Fuck it im buying mo guns
Yea I be playing with drums
Boy you a bum
Why is you killing for crumbs
Tired of seeing this shit
Look what it done done
I wana call up my dogs
Fill up the safe with funds
Then fill up my lungs
I only blow on the best
Never the shit you be blowin
It give me the runs
Cruising down the boulevard
Flexing hard with my squad
You can't see behind the tint
Aye Aye
Something potent in my wrap I think im choking
Wash It down with water when I need a rinse
Aye
Switching lanes
Twisting planes
I'm in the picture you just looking at the frame
They don't know me
They know my name
I'm breaking out think I'm allergic to the lame
Ok hood chick with a brand new wig
Might have hit it when we was kids
I'll kick you out with my shit in drive
Hell naw you can't light no cig
Invested into my hood when I was young
And look what it did
Hit the block with my music up
Knowing suckas wana pop my lid
These niggas won't hold me back
I gotta go get my scratch
Use to keep the heat in my bag
Now I keep the shit in my lap
Just picked up all my merch
On the highway coming back
Drive slow like boy we black
Big ol target all on my back
I'll get you wiped out
Bizz Miyagi yea that's wax on wax
You do shit for clout
I blackout cuz I gotta feed the pack
This shit bigger than rap
I'm a walking wave I need and app
I'd keep shit respectful
Showing the opposite
Might get you slapped up without no regrets
I'm connected like Cuban links
Dice game you better place yo bets
We heading out when I give that wink
We had too much to drink
My ass can't even think
We put on a shown in public
Bystanders don't wana blink
Cruising down the boulevard
Flexing hard with my squad
You can't see behind the tint
Aye Aye
Something potent in my wrap I think im choking
Wash It down with water when I need a rinse
Aye
Switching lanes
Twisting planes
I'm in the picture you just looking at the frame
They don't know me
They know my name
I'm breaking out think I'm allergic to the lame

Written by:
Brandon Evans

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