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stay in yo lane - lil tony official lyrics

[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 lyrics

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