Stay In Your Own Lane by Tyler Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Got my scale with me, yeah I'm selling
I been kicking shit, with all of them felons
One call, that's a bullet to your melon
12 come then I'm turning into Helen
Stay in your own lane
Opp tried me, took his money and his chain
I don't want that fake shit anyway
Throw that shit away, yeah I'm getting too paid for that
[Verse]
Yeah yeah, you don't want no action
Woah, all my homies pistol packing
And they pull up, and they really get to clapping
Smoke through the whole ounce, disappear like magic
Wrap the work up, yeah, wrap it in that plastic
Bank account jumping, yeah, jumping like gymnastics
Model bitch sucked my dick, swallowed my nut yeah she nasty
Yeah that bitch gave me sloppy, yeah that bitch she gave me messy
Yeah that bitch she text my phone, act like I ain't get her message
Yeah that bitch she call my phone, but I act like I ain't get it
She love when I be flexing up in this Margiela
Had to get him gone, and I ain't even know the fella
Someday I'm a be driving around in that Tesla
Money, money, money only thing on my agenda
Fill my cup up
Let the money pile up
Watch these hoes show love
But they used to hate on us
When I was down bad, none of them gave a fuck
But they came back around cause I'm ballin' like the Bucks
Yeah it's too late yeah you missed your chance
Yeah they love me cause my pockets full of bands
Yeah they love me cause designer on my pants
Watching my old friends turn into fans
Man, yeah they turning into fans
Used to hate on me, saying I wouldn't do shit
Now look at me, man, I really am the shit
Walk up in the function, and you know I brought my stick
[Chorus]
Got my scale with me, yeah I'm selling
I been kicking shit, with all of them felons
One call, that's a bullet to your melon
12 come then I'm turning into Helen
Stay in your own lane
Opp tried me, took his money and his chain
I don't want that fake shit anyway
Throw that shit away, yeah I'm getting too paid for that
Yeah yeah, you don't want no action
Woah, all my homies pistol packing
And they pull up, and they really get to clapping
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Got my scale with me, yeah I'm selling
I been kicking shit, with all of them felons
One call, that's a bullet to your melon
12 come then I'm turning into Helen
Stay in your own lane
Opp tried me, took his money and his chain
I don't want that fake shit anyway
Throw that shit away, yeah I'm getting too paid for that
[Verse]
Yeah yeah, you don't want no action
Woah, all my homies pistol packing
And they pull up, and they really get to clapping
Smoke through the whole ounce, disappear like magic
Wrap the work up, yeah, wrap it in that plastic
Bank account jumping, yeah, jumping like gymnastics
Model bitch sucked my dick, swallowed my nut yeah she nasty
Yeah that bitch gave me sloppy, yeah that bitch she gave me messy
Yeah that bitch she text my phone, act like I ain't get her message
Yeah that bitch she call my phone, but I act like I ain't get it
She love when I be flexing up in this Margiela
Had to get him gone, and I ain't even know the fella
Someday I'm a be driving around in that Tesla
Money, money, money only thing on my agenda
Fill my cup up
Let the money pile up
Watch these hoes show love
But they used to hate on us
When I was down bad, none of them gave a fuck
But they came back around cause I'm ballin' like the Bucks
Yeah it's too late yeah you missed your chance
Yeah they love me cause my pockets full of bands
Yeah they love me cause designer on my pants
Watching my old friends turn into fans
Man, yeah they turning into fans
Used to hate on me, saying I wouldn't do shit
Now look at me, man, I really am the shit
Walk up in the function, and you know I brought my stick
[Chorus]
Got my scale with me, yeah I'm selling
I been kicking shit, with all of them felons
One call, that's a bullet to your melon
12 come then I'm turning into Helen
Stay in your own lane
Opp tried me, took his money and his chain
I don't want that fake shit anyway
Throw that shit away, yeah I'm getting too paid for that
Yeah yeah, you don't want no action
Woah, all my homies pistol packing
And they pull up, and they really get to clapping