CEO Trayle - SWITCHEN LANES lyrics

[Intro: Gunna & Future] 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 [Chorus: Gunna] 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 sh*t plain (Plain) Birkin for my main (Birkin), and my shirt ain't got no stains (Nope) [Verse 1: Gunna] 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) [Chorus: Gunna & Yak Gotti] 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 sh*t plain (Yeah) Birkin for my main, and my shirt ain't got no stains (Yeah) [Verse 2: Yak Gotti] Used to keep this sh*t on, never takin' it off Mr. Got this sh*t on, I'm with [?] now Yeah, I'm feelin' myself, number one on now That sh*t obvious like we whip up anew, we can't park like a I got eight weed cutters like octopus Put the bulletproof, fu*k up the octopus (fu*k 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 ni**a) They young slatt [?], YSL I'm with the gang (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Gunna] 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 sh*t plain Birkin for my main, and my shirt ain't got no stains [Verse 3: CEO Trayle] Yeah, uh, big CEO, I'm a mofu*kin' 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, fu*k that b*tch I ain't get no rang (No rang) I'm up early, birds gon' sing These ni**as 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) [Chorus: Gunna] 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 sh*t plain Birkin for my main, and my shirt ain't got no stains