Lil Tjay - Laneswitch Lyrics

(JD On Tha Track)
(Nagra)

F*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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

F*ck 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 f*ck 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