La, la, oh
La, la, oh
La, la, oh
Go
Don't get it fucked up when you walk my way
I keep it stylin and my moves don't play
Don't, don't play
Talk my ish, stay in your lane
Don't switch up, you can't keep up with the pace
Up with the pace
Don't get it fucked up when, you walk my way
I keep it style and my moves don't play
Don't, don't play
Talk my, stay in your lane
Don't switch up, you can't keep up with the pace
I said, stay on your back
Iss all I know, is too gas in the booth
We gaining traction off of the action, strictly speaking the truth
The pure attraction when we tap in all respect to da troops
The disrespect, will get him checked like a new Nike suit
Salute my dudes
We the new wave phenom's
Came to drop these bombs
The life is what we on
Camera lights neon
Now that's my native dion(DRE)
We playin' shooters, let me show em what we on
The mic is hot, no need to tempt, check that
If I was you, I'd probably wanna take a few steps back
Don't tell me chill, cause fool, I won't relax
Take you to school, teach you the rules
My dude like, this my class
I know you feel it when I walk in
Appetite for top ten
Discussion not a option
Not really one for talkin', boy, so watch what you say
I let my sauce to all the walkin', best respect my lane savvy baby
Don't get it fucked up when you walk my way
I keep a style and my groove gon' play
My groove gon' play
Talk my ish, stay in your lane
Don't switch up, you can't keep up with the pace
Don't, don't play
Don't get it fucked up, when you walk my way
I keep a style and my groove gon' play
My groove gon' play
Talk my, stay in your lane
Don't switch up, you can't keep up with the pace
Don't, don't play
It's me, homie, the lock, I got a key, homie
I'm walkin' in the vocal booth with some G's on me
Change jingle like dog tags, they notice me
Will amit pass an bachelor ain't as cold as me
You know it's me the don dada or I've gone farther
Flipped a bitch and came back, I'm a god karma
Mean it, everything I touch gon' shine
Lose, lose to a win when I'm out of my grind
I got 99 paper that I ain't even touch
Three sevens in my lane, but it ain't even luck
Young Sav, chirp, chirp, told me jump on the cut
Got the herb crumbled up and the swisher is stuffed
On the I-5 interstate doin' a buck
But I can't talk about what's goin' down in the trunk
It's a half-court switch when I'm playin' a game
Got the benz and beamin' prazay in my lane
But Brain, your walk my way
I keep a style and my groove don't play
Talk my, stay in your lane
Can't switch up, can't give up at the pace
Go get it, go bring your heart my way
I keep a style and my groove don't play
Talk my, stay in your lane
Don't switch up, you can't keep up with the pace
Don't switch up, you can't keep up with the pace