Gunna, CEO Trayle, Yak Gotti - Switchen Lanes lyrics

Sergio Giavanni Kitchens [College Park, Georgia. USA.]

[Gunna, CEO Trayle, Yak Gotti - Switchen Lanes lyrics]

Yeah (Wheezy outta here)
Me and Wheezy Wave you know what I'm sayin'?
Young Gunna, Gunna, you know?
We, we, we the creators
We, we, we the surfers, waves

Back to back, switch lanes (Skrt)
Lambo, Rolls Royce, Maybach, Range (yeah)
Sky high fly like cranes
(Sky) , but my class don't eat lo mein (Fly)
Suicide my door swang (Suicide)
All white seats look like cocaine (yeah)
F and N got flames
You ride around with that propane
Back to back, switch lanes (Skrt)
Lambo, Rolls Royce, Maybach, Range (yeah)
G5 for the plane (Fly) , take the sky
Don't ride no train (yeah)
Drip God, that's my name (Drip God)
Ain't no sauce, like my shit plain (Plain)
Birkin for my main (Birkin)
And my shirt ain't got no stains (Nope)

Yeah it's a honor (yeah)
In the presence of Gunna (The presence)
Rose prezi with pointers (Prezi)
Your fans they got water (Your fans)
Let's count up one million, let's
Count up two million
Let's count up a hundred
(Let's count up a hundred)
Let's buy back the city
Let's get a pavilion
Let's start us a jungle (yeah)
You keepin' your choppa
(I do) , I call it the cutter (I do)
We peep the imposters (yeah)
We callin' your brother
(Oh that's your brother?)
Got rich off the muscle, I
Came out the struggle
But know how to hustle
(But know how to hustle)
I bossed up my sister, I
Bossed up my brother, I'm livin' in color
(I'm livin' in color)

Back to back, switch lanes
Lambo, Rolls Royce, Maybach, Range (yeah)
Sky high fly like cranes
But my class don't eat lo mein (Nope)
Suicide my door swang (Suicide)
All white seats look like cocaine (Cocaine)
F and N got flames
You ride around with that propane
Back to back, switch lanes
Lambo, Rolls Royce, Maybach, Range (Skrt)
G5 for the plane, take the sky
Don't ride no train (Nah)
Drip God, that's my name (Drip)
Ain't no sauce, like my shit plain (yeah)
Birkin for my main
And my shirt ain't got no stains (yeah)

Used to keep this shit on
Never takin' it off
Mr got this shit on, I'm with Wunna ‘nem now
Yeah, I'm feelin' myself, number one on now
That shit obvious like we whip up anew
We can't park like a
I got eight weed cutters like octopus
Put the bulletproof, fuck up the octopus
(Fuck up the octopus)
Put our ammo, me and my twin got two (yeah)
Collar two gang
I got stain, he got slain (Uh, huh)
I do what they want, wish they could
But they can't (Hell nah nigga)
They young slatt, YSL I'm with the gang
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Back to back, switch lanes
Lambo, Rolls Royce, Maybach, Range (yeah)
Sky high fly like cranes
But my class don't eat lo mein (Nope)
Suicide my door swang (Suicide)
All white seats look like cocaine (Cocaine)
F and N got flames
You ride around with that propane
Back to back, switch lanes
Lambo, Rolls Royce, Maybach, Range (Skrt)
G5 for the plane, take the sky
Don't ride no train (Nah)
Drip God, that's my name (Drip)
Ain't no sauce, like my shit plain
Birkin for my main
And my shirt ain't got no stains

Yeah, uh, big CEO, I'm a mofuckin' artist
Get it started
Swap out the watch, went and got me a Carti'
Run up the block when I look for my target
(Run up the block)
Kick like Jackie Chan, my tech yours
I ain't got no chain (No chain)
You cared for the bang
Fuck that bitch I ain't get no rang
(No rang) I'm up early, birds gon' sing
These niggas still doin' same old thang
Talk 'bout hundreds, I don't got no chain
She got in the studio, said she sing
Amiri, Marie Jane, skelly, skelly plain
(Skelly)
When the big boss take your main (Your main)
I went talkin' and slatt my language (Slatt)

Back to back, switch lanes
Lambo, Rolls Royce, Maybach, Range (yeah)
Sky high fly like cranes
But my class don't eat lo mein (Nope)
Suicide my door swang (Suicide)
All white seats look like cocaine (Cocaine)
F and N got flames
You gotta ride with that propane
Back to back, switch lanes
Lambo, Rolls Royce, Maybach, Range (Skrt)
G5 for the plane, take the sky
Don't ride no train (Nah)
Drip God, that's my name (Drip)
Ain't no sauce, like my shit plain
Birkin for my main
And my shirt ain't got no stains

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