Lane 2 Lane

Crazy hood
My nigga EFN
Haz on the beat
It’s going down like that
I’m coming through, I’m coming down, I’m swerving lane 2 lane
I’m smoking good, I’m gripping wood like it ain’t no thang
These hoes is chasing me, I’m chasing dollars like I should
Round and round we go, everyday that’s how we do it
Money in my sneakerbox, riding till my speakers pop
Rolling till my tires bald, serving till my beeper stop
Gucci’s on my feet and belt, I’m ghetto ain’t no secret kept
Now I’m balling and you falling into deeper debt
I keep a Swisher and a bitch to roll up every L
Her body look like it’s from heaven, but I give her hell
She suck me proper then say «Papa, I need hair and nails»
I say «Hold up» then I just give her a stale stair
I come from the bottom where you’re dead before you reach the top
Yo homies phony and your bitch is just a greasy thot
Don’t hate the player, hate the game, I ain’t make the rules
Since a minor I’ve been grinding making major moves
I ride Mercedes Benz CL63 Exactly
My AMG’s hit the turf, the defense couldn’t sack me
Hit the club, poppin' bub, hoes flicking pose
Bending over trying to show me how they grip them toes