My Own Lane (feat. Lil Tommy)

Cheese, His name is Cheese Aye, I'm in your city tryna pick out a thot The wide body snatch, it scratch off the lot These hoes wanna f*ck, I'm knowing what's up I can't chase a bitch cuz I'm chasing the Guap These niggas be tryna be something they not But me I just stay in my own lane Might post on the block with the whole gang My niggas gone ride, Vice versa we slide Won't catch me in public if I ain't got that iron This shit can get ugly you go against mine I still be finessing, I might pull a crime This shit on my wrist I can't even tell the time & I'm True Religion fiend, Still smoke Wedding cake But hoe it ain't no wedding ring She knowing she fine, lil hoe she be lying But No I ain't going for anything I'm in yo city, I'm looking for hoes I got my ice on so they on Go Wake up Za Za, face out the bow I rock True like this shit ain't old I'm off 15s mix it with 4s I'm on meds like I'm getting old I hit the hoe from the backend then finesse her My brother he taught me the ropes Scratch off SRT8, Where he go? We was just down bad now she in London Damn look at Glo He tried to finesse me now he disappeared Magic show This ho head was slaw & then I kicked her out You gotta roll (Get out Hoe) (No Cap) Aye, I'm in your city tryna pick out a thot The wide body snatch, it scratch off the lot These hoes wanna f*ck, I'm knowing what's up I can't chase a bitch cuz I'm chasing the Guap These niggas be tryna be something they not But me I just stay in my own lane Might post on the block with the whole gang My niggas gone ride, Vice versa we slide Won't catch me in public if I ain't got that iron This shit can get ugly you go against mine I still be finessing, I might pull a crime This shit on my wrist I can't even tell the time & I'm True Religion fiend, Still smoke Wedding cake But hoe it ain't no wedding ring She knowing she fine, lil hoe she be lying But No I ain't going for anything My own nigga tried to back door me but everything Gucci you know I'm a snake He tried to hide it, but I still smell it Boy you is a coochie it's wrote on your face I was just 17, I ain't gone lie I thought I was famous I'm sliding with Drac Lawyer want 50 racks just for my case I'm off a whip It, two Rp 30s I get in my feelings I think about grape Free my lil nigga, he locked in a cell I just hit some bad then sent him the tape Don't save that hoe, she don't wanna be saved Can't come around me if you got you a cape Four put a steak on everybody plate Why is yo hand out and you just ate Give me a second, just baked him a cake Aye, I'm in your city tryna pick out a thot The wide body snatch, it scratch off the lot These hoes wanna f*ck, I'm knowing what's up I can't chase a bitch cuz I'm chasing the Guap These niggas be tryna be something they not But me I just stay in my own lane Might post on the block with the whole gang My niggas gone ride, Vice versa we slide Won't catch me in public if I ain't got that iron This shit can get ugly you go against mine I still be finessing, I might pull a crime This shit on my wrist I can't even tell the time & I'm True Religion fiend, Still smoke Wedding cake But hoe it ain't no wedding ring She knowing she fine, lil hoe she be lying But No I ain't going for anything