Bando - own lane Lyrics

And I'm the shit just like a turd
Bad bitch, she slim thick, but yeah, she come with curves
Hoe I'm in my own lane, no, I cannot merge
Hoe I'm in my own lane, no, you cannot swerve
You know I'm fly just like a bird
Ovo my bro, he built a bond up with the word
Bando say he top three, not second or he third
And my bitch, she kinda smart, she wear glasses, she a nerd
Try to play with me, he'll figure out like Tommy
Try to play with me, gang sent him to his mommy
And I'm countin racks, pockets stupid, kinda dummy
And yeah, these niggas hating, me and Trevo countin money
And we slidin' in the Audi,
Try to play with me, whole lotta red like Carti
And Bando keep a bad hoe, know he love the hotties
You can call lil bando Ken, cause he stayin with the Barbies
Stayin' with the Barbies, cause you know they love to kick it
Stayin' with the Barbies, cause I love to bad ahh biddies
These niggas be too cap, I'm lookin' at they fitted
Bando hoppin' on the beat, my versatile up in the city
F*ck it, shit, it might just be the state
Niggas talkin' all that shit, but I'ma put them in they place
And I'm runnin' up the money, you would think this shit a race
And my boy just paid the lawyer, yeah, you know he beat the case
My other brother out on bond
My daddy didn't birth 'em, but he raised him like a son
He say he need some from me, then check market's done
And Bando hop up on the beat, he killin' it for fun
My neck it shine, it weigh a ton
Feelin' like they D-Hop, if it aint God, I'm fearing none
Nigga know he weak, ain't got motion, move like pawn
Know I'm ballin like a pro, and I'll dunk like LeBron
And, I hop on any beat know, I be killin
I run this money up, up, past the ceiling
Pop shit on haters, don't care about they feelings
And she a secret freak with me, don't wear them clothes that be revealin
I'm poppin drugs every day, and I don't feel like I be healin'
Can't talk to her, every day, no I just can't do the dealings
Oh, I just can't do the dealings, uh
Poor baby, can't do the dealings, no