(Free Burt) (Long Live D-Gaines)
Me and you niggas really not the same
I pour up purple act for the pain
Feel like my dreams falling down the drain
I just want the money you can have the fame
Bitch I be high as hell like a plane
But don't get it twisted still a let it bang
Came back and told me bullets hit his brain
Don't be a lame stay up in yo lane
Bitch I'm the king like LeBron James you niggas my partners call yo ass Dwayne
My killers got range like that nigga Dame
Yo bitch on my dick that's a f*cking shame
That bitch on my back like a last name she suck on my dick
Don't know her first name
These bitches be tweaking trynna wear the chain
Shoutout the gang for them I never change
My niggas so slimey you can call it snot
Yo bitch did the gang we call her ass a thot
Call me young Gunna cause I make it hot
I'm booling with bad bitches in a yacht
Yo bitch I'm my DM tell her ass to stop
She all on my dick trynna jump on the cock
Bitch I'm all about money don't play with my guap
If you do that you do that you gon f*ck around get dropped
Bitch I'm a wide receiver in the slot
Dressed in all black I ain't talking slip knot
Bitch I'm the best at the top of the top
My shooters got 30's and 40's and Glocks
I call up my shorty he come with red dots
Pop out the cut like Jack in the box
You talk to shit we knock you out yo socks
I stay on my pivot never do I flop
I always feel safe when I carry my blick
Glock with a extra extra long clip
They asking me questions like how you be dripped
Blue cheese in my pockets they think that I'm crip
She say that she want my kids on her lips
I told her to eat me up like sum chips
I'm dunking on niggas like Blake on the clips
I gotta stay solid just stick to the script
Me and you niggas really not the same
I pour up purple act for the pain
Feel like my dreams falling down the drain
I just want the money you can have the fame
Bitch I be high as hell like a plane
But don't get it twisted still a let it bang
Came back and told me bullets hit his brain
Don't be a lame stay in yo lane
(Stay in yo lane lil nigga)
Deuce - Own Lane Lyrics
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(Free Burt) (Long Live D-Gaines)
Me and you niggas really not the same
I pour up purple act for the pain
Feel like my dreams falling down the drain
I just want the money you can have the fame
Bitch I be high as hell like a plane
But don't get it twisted still a let it bang
Came back and told me bullets hit his brain
Don't be a lame stay up in yo lane
Bitch I'm the king like LeBron James you niggas my partners call yo ass Dwayne
My killers got range like that nigga Dame
Yo bitch on my dick that's a f*cking shame
That bitch on my back like a last name she suck on my dick
Don't know her first name
These bitches be tweaking trynna wear the chain
Shoutout the gang for them I never change
My niggas so slimey you can call it snot
Yo bitch did the gang we call her ass a thot
Call me young Gunna cause I make it hot
I'm booling with bad bitches in a yacht
Yo bitch I'm my DM tell her ass to stop
She all on my dick trynna jump on the cock
Bitch I'm all about money don't play with my guap
If you do that you do that you gon f*ck around get dropped
Bitch I'm a wide receiver in the slot
Dressed in all black I ain't talking slip knot
Bitch I'm the best at the top of the top
My shooters got 30's and 40's and Glocks
I call up my shorty he come with red dots
Pop out the cut like Jack in the box
You talk to shit we knock you out yo socks
I stay on my pivot never do I flop
I always feel safe when I carry my blick
Glock with a extra extra long clip
They asking me questions like how you be dripped
Blue cheese in my pockets they think that I'm crip
She say that she want my kids on her lips
I told her to eat me up like sum chips
I'm dunking on niggas like Blake on the clips
I gotta stay solid just stick to the script
Me and you niggas really not the same
I pour up purple act for the pain
Feel like my dreams falling down the drain
I just want the money you can have the fame
Bitch I be high as hell like a plane
But don't get it twisted still a let it bang
Came back and told me bullets hit his brain
Don't be a lame stay in yo lane
(Stay in yo lane lil nigga)
Me and you niggas really not the same
I pour up purple act for the pain
Feel like my dreams falling down the drain
I just want the money you can have the fame
Bitch I be high as hell like a plane
But don't get it twisted still a let it bang
Came back and told me bullets hit his brain
Don't be a lame stay up in yo lane
Bitch I'm the king like LeBron James you niggas my partners call yo ass Dwayne
My killers got range like that nigga Dame
Yo bitch on my dick that's a f*cking shame
That bitch on my back like a last name she suck on my dick
Don't know her first name
These bitches be tweaking trynna wear the chain
Shoutout the gang for them I never change
My niggas so slimey you can call it snot
Yo bitch did the gang we call her ass a thot
Call me young Gunna cause I make it hot
I'm booling with bad bitches in a yacht
Yo bitch I'm my DM tell her ass to stop
She all on my dick trynna jump on the cock
Bitch I'm all about money don't play with my guap
If you do that you do that you gon f*ck around get dropped
Bitch I'm a wide receiver in the slot
Dressed in all black I ain't talking slip knot
Bitch I'm the best at the top of the top
My shooters got 30's and 40's and Glocks
I call up my shorty he come with red dots
Pop out the cut like Jack in the box
You talk to shit we knock you out yo socks
I stay on my pivot never do I flop
I always feel safe when I carry my blick
Glock with a extra extra long clip
They asking me questions like how you be dripped
Blue cheese in my pockets they think that I'm crip
She say that she want my kids on her lips
I told her to eat me up like sum chips
I'm dunking on niggas like Blake on the clips
I gotta stay solid just stick to the script
Me and you niggas really not the same
I pour up purple act for the pain
Feel like my dreams falling down the drain
I just want the money you can have the fame
Bitch I be high as hell like a plane
But don't get it twisted still a let it bang
Came back and told me bullets hit his brain
Don't be a lame stay in yo lane
(Stay in yo lane lil nigga)
Writer: Xzavier Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid