808 my crew
Yeah, yuh
Bring it back over here
Yeah, yuh
Bring it right now

Yeah, ayy, we with the guap
Yeah, ayy, I don't remember the spot (no)
So, keep them bands on rest, yeah
Way too high, we 'bout to switch on the block (let's go)
Ah, we on the rocks, hit it, ready or not, yuh
My head in the clouds, they want the hottest, that's us (us)
Baby, we new in the Wraith, got our bands right up (what?)
Got a new man, that's sus, when did I lose all your trust? (yeah)
They never hang out with us (no), we always stay in the cut (cut)
Hiding out in the Mercer, never ever on purpose

Uh, too much switchin' lanes, always (woo!)
Uh, too much switchin' shit, always (always)
All I'm doin' is prolly switchin' lanes, always (switch, switch)
I took her to my feelings shit, always (drip, drip)
I'll pull up, I got racks on me like always (racks, always)
I'll pull up in the whip or something, Ferrari (like a Ferrari)

She don't wanna talk 'bout all of the stock, she just wanna party
I went to London, they want me in Paris, but I been there all week
Shooting shots at the squad, paparazzi (paparazzi)
I ain't coming to the club 'less they guap me (need that guap)

Uh, too much switchin' lanes always (switchin')
Uh, pull up, she gonna go switchin' lanes, always (switch)
I pull up, she be switchin' lanes, always
I pull up to her feelings shit, always
I feel like she been switching lanes, always
I feel I got that guap on me like always
I feel like I've been switching lanes, always
I put up, miss her switching lanes, always

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Writer(s): Eduardo Earle, Harold Allen, Jaden Syre Smith