Switch Lanes

Switch Lanes: Kid Berg verse 1: Now they say pour up drank, what would a motherfucker do for a head shot Hold up wait, it’s no biggie but I think I may be dead wrong Roll up smoke, and tell me what I gotta do to sell an album Going gold, or like my card I may go platinum No love shown, To those hoes who missed the opportunity They had back when I rapped bad now all of you are old news to me Its just how I roll, and I roll up in an M3 with the leather seats Im the person you pretend to be, when you forget who runs it remember me like Chorus: These niggas do not know, the only thing we gon' say These top niggas gotta go, cause we're coming your way Gotta switch your lane, gotta switch your lane Gotta switch your lane, gotta switch your fucking lane Gotta switch your lane, gotta switch your lane Kid B verse: Make a bad bitch stand up, like my name was luda Husky nigga but they love me nigga, rub my belly like buddha Got this chick she give me good brain, she my private tutor Give that one chick that major pain, before I leave I salute her Red bone in my bedroom, and she covered in tattoos Lets bone in my bedroom, puffin' on green and we're sipping on brews See headphones give me leg room, giving me head I ain't thinkin' of you If you're fucking with me high on them trees, sucking on D's then you fuck with my crew Motherfuck these niggas, motherfuck these hoes Cause I be getting money blowing all these O's Ya like milly, love me like illy, ice on my wrist make my days real chilly Got a chick in the back make her wet like willy But don't be silly nigga don't be silly, ah Kid Berg verse 2: Now they say pour up, drank, now what would a motherfucker do just to make it So much hate, and I act like none of this shit’ll phase me Kid Berg, and Kid B that's legendary The pimpin always necessary, last thing I’ll be is getting married I got life, to live so watch how I may not stay long Spot light, is not that bright when you got your shades on Under-ground, kings but I ain't seen that crown yet Run around, your town with a bottle and a couple ounces Tell me who, else that does it that’s on our level Cause we flying out and then ride around you get it homie we do not settle Chorus: These niggas do not know, the only thing we gon' say These top niggas gotta go, cause we're coming your way Gotta switch your lane, gotta switch your lane Gotta switch your lane, gotta switch your fucking lane Gotta switch your lane, gotta switch your lane