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letra de stay in yo lane - lil tony official

[intro]
blaow, come here
yeah, i hear you, n-gga
we gettin’ it, n-gga, no cap
what the boy say, though? uh-huh

[chorus]
how the f-ck you a k!ller, you ain’t never seen a brain? n-gga, hop in that box, catch a stain
two deep, four glocks, lil j get off, n-gga, you better stay in your lane
ho, we ’bout that action, pull up takin’ ‘cats, .308 tryna sn-tch through the frame
i got swag like mick jagger, f-ck n-gga, you a rapper, get in front the police and you sing
dog sh-t inside my pocket, these blacked-out shades come from celine
i drop bags on top of n-ggas, jump in these streets, see how it be
four-door, three sticks and a buck-buck
fully drac’, lil j tryna switch the scene
stake out on a l!ck, catch a honey bun
if 12 get hot, throw out the beam

[verse]
you wouldn’t guess what i’ve seen
f-ckin’ up these checks, i’m a dolce fiend
catch up with that p-ssy, get out the hotbox, get clapped
take the stick out your jeans
caught the p-ssy and whacked him in traffic
n-gga shouldn’t’ve been lackin’, he got slumped on the seat
fully packin’, i pull up, get active
got my young n-gga packin’, get left in the street
i got rich off punchlines
can’t have no guns, still run from one-time
didn’t bust your glizzy ’cause you wouldn’t use it, but i can’t go, i bust mines
n-gga, work your bl!ck, it’s crunch time
me and lil j run up front line
b-tch, eat my wing-w-ng
leave a n-gga flat, b-tch play with some sh-t, that drum fire
b-tch n-gga, we shoot jump shots, ten for ten hangin’ out the window
talk perfect form, my coach say i got good aim when that stick blow
you get pape’ and flex it, we put that sh-t up and flip those
f-ck they stop my stressin’, i invest in k!lls like crypto
bump the drac’, beat switch like a b-tch, no gloves, get did like kimbo
f-ck up me another tec, i had to split, took an l, that sh-t cute, but it’s real, though
all of my young n-ggas pull up and shoot, snq get a dub like a field goal
have my young n-ggas pull up and take all your loot, take him down, if he tell, we gon’ k!ll bro
[chorus]
how the f-ck you a k!ller, you ain’t never seen a brain? n-gga, hop in that box, catch a stain
two deep, four glocks, lil j get off, n-gga, you better stay in your lane
ho, we ’bout that action, pull up takin’ ‘cats, .308 tryna sn-tch through the frame
i got swag like mick jagger, f-ck n-gga, you a rapper, get in front the police and you sing
dog sh-t inside my pocket, these blacked-out shades come from celine
i drop bags on top of n-ggas, jump in these streets, see how it be
four-door, three sticks and a buck-buck
fully drac’, lil j tryna switch the scene
stake out on a l!ck, catch a honey bun
if 12 get hot, throw out the beam

[outro]
oh my god
whap him, whap him, d-mn, see?

- lil tony official

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