[Lyric] Switch Lanes (Kid Berg)

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