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