Switchin' Lanez

Everyday

I gotta get it

325i I'm swervin' on them haters yeah

Switchin' lanes

I'm boutta get it

Best believe I got it drippin' on a level like

Heard I got that good good

Set it up

Fuckin' with that deuce eight

Raise it up

I ain't one to fuck with

Back it up

I got em, light it up

Hit this shit twice and I'm runnin'

We ain't got the time for them, they clownin'

Future lookin' bright, sunny

Ya'll too slow in the past man, sorry

I'm runnin' with that good good, stackin' up

Now the haters actin' friendly cuz they know what's up

Put the work in all myself I got the midas touch

Agitated from the calculated formula

Fill the tank, yeah we gassed up

Lemonade, we squeeze the juice yeah

Oh they right, we left the mask up

Outta sight, we in the future

Feelin' like I got the answers

Numbers lookin' like it adds up

Minus all the competition

Calculated for the shake up

Check the rear view man they lookin'

Rev the gas twice like a sermon

This a classic muscle, had to flex it

Run-flats like I'm GTO we saucin'

We runnin' in that good good

Stuntin' like they would would

Fuck it cuz we could could

Gassin' on em

Swervin' all the fake lovin'

Middle fingers up and they just hatin' cuz we steady bubblin'

Everyday

I gotta get it

325i I'm swervin' on them haters yeah

Switchin' lanes

I'm boutta get it

Best believe I got it drippin' on a level like

Heard I got that good good

Set it up

Fuckin' with that deuce eight

Raise it up

I ain't one to fuck with

Back it up

I got em, light it up

Twenty eight we goin' stupid hard unleaded

Leavin' tire marks in every lane we headed

Time is tickin' and we duckin' all the seconds

They too busy on the style they clearly jackin'

We runnin' the red lights

Livin' the fast life

Swervin' the haters I swear that I passed twice

On a half-life

Ya'll on a shelf life

Maybe too many, I gotta pretend that I'm seein' a few

Just so I can keep my sanity on cue

So how you gon' shine on the man you can't see

Swipin' by the plastic life you post on feed

Why you frontin' like you hip

Can you please

Do you're self a hundred ten

Go to sleep

Cuz we get it everytime

Fuck a nine to five

We've been hundreds all our lives

RPM meters on the red line

We don't see the stop sign

Swervin' side to side

Check the rear view man they lookin'

Rev the gas twice like a sermon

This a classic muscle, had to flex it

Run-flats like I'm GTO we saucin'

We runnin' in that good good

Stuntin' like they would would

Fuck it cuz we could could

Gassin' on em

Swervin' all the fake lovin'

Middle fingers up and they just hatin' cuz we steady bubblin'

Everyday

I gotta get it

325i I'm swervin' on them haters yeah

Switchin' lanes

I'm boutta get it

Best believe I got it drippin' on a level like

Heard I got that good good

Set it up

Fuckin' with that deuce eight

Raise it up

I ain't one to fuck with

Back it up

I got em, light it up