Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Laneswitch, artist - Lil Tjay. Date of issue: 10.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Laneswitch |
| Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 |
| Fuck 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 fuck 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 |