Run My Lane (feat. MC K)

Look bitch I run my lane, I let them speakers bang You hear that Shady playing, just know I’m fucking slaying Aye, aye, I just run my lane Aye, aye, I just run my lane Look bitch I run my lane, I let them speakers bang You hear that Tech N9ne playing, just know I’m fucking slaying Aye, aye, I just run my lane Aye, aye, now watch me do my thang Look bitch I run my lane, you hear tires screech when I would take off Speed through you mofos, flash like a photo, gallop through like a race horse Closer to rocket speed when I accelerate, all you do is give me hella hate If anyone thinks they can get in front of me before I come through, better tell ‘em, "Wait" 'Cause all I do is cruise like it’s a NASCAR track If you don’t wanna get gassed, stay that far back Wind breezing fast while speakers blast, I’m finna hear (skrt!) That’s when they slam the brakes, what can I say, I’m just shifting gears (word) Finna step on the gas, motherfucker better be A roadrunner to catch up, I’ve sped in a dash I got a need for speed, if ya finna merge Hit the curb, it isn’t worth it, don’t mess with the fast Pedal to the metal, I’m rolling like a rebel Hundred miles and running, always driving express Don’t get in my business, I’ll flip off ya bitches I ride like a chopper, doing it right 'till the death Meanwhile it fucking is lit, volume is up, with the bass thumping and shit Vibrating up in this bitch, y’all can then hear what I bump in the whip And you hear the beasts bitch when the fucking engine roaring You done think that it’s a foreign, now f*ck it, Imma hit it, flooring Look bitch I run my lane, I let them speakers bang You hear that Hova playing, just know I’m fucking slaying Aye, aye, I just run my lane Aye, aye, I just run my lane Look bitch I run my lane, I let them speakers bang You hear that Biggie playing, just know I’m fucking slaying Aye, aye, I just run my lane Aye, aye, now watch me do my thang When I pull up in the Tesla, better know it’s lit Don’t care if you don’t catch up, 'cause when the motor spit You hear that “zoom zoom”, but ain’t a Mazda ad You adding salt to yourself when I gotcha mad 'Cause I laugh it off when you suckers hate Better believe that I run my lane Homie I ain’t here to come and wait I don’t play, who said it’s just a game Tell the lil punks to run away 'Cause I don’t roll with a bunch of lames Don’t commit homi’s, but I love to slay Got the fuel in me for busting flames I got everything going up like some scissor doors Hope you aren’t in my path when the pedal hit the floor Look, you can ride with me but just know I ain’t stopping though 'Cause Imma take off in a high speed like it’s Monaco Wheels spinning like the records on the turntables Still winning, no matter what, I’m sure grateful And as I dash out, I leave a firestorm Stunt like Evil Knievel, that’s how I perform K Look bitch I run my lane, I let them speakers bang You hear that Fifty playing, just know I’m fucking slaying Aye, aye, I just run my lane Aye, aye, I just run my lane Look bitch I run my lane, I let them speakers bang You hear that 2Pac playing, just know I’m fucking slaying Aye, aye, I just run my lane Aye, aye, now watch me do my thang Cruising down the street, but whip is not a six-fo’ Rubbernecking, fucking checking out the hottest chicks though But ain’t nobody really there be like us Still scoping out booty like a military sniper And I still don’t see a rack in that bitch Imma treat her like a blunt and just have to pass it I don’t care what haters say, I know this ain’t the hottest cruiser But I’ll pick up any chick I want, yet I’m not an Uber Wooh Look bitch I run my lane, I let them speakers bang You hear that Kendrick playing, just know I’m fucking slaying Aye, aye, I just run my lane Aye, aye, I just run my lane Look bitch I run my lane, I let them speakers bang You hear that T.I. playing, just know I’m fucking slaying Aye, aye, I just run my lane Aye, aye, now watch me do my thang