Hey Switch

[Verse]
I keep burnin' my jeans noddin' off of Tris'
I really get close and nah, I ain't gon' miss with the switch
I keep that bitch in my pant, you gon' die with your dog in your dip
Take a trip out the A, we got shit on lock
I get out on two, I ain't prayin', I know I ain't missin' no shots
Bad bitch in the way, get the fuck, all we need is some drops (Frrt, frrt)
Hey Switch, back to back I've been sippin' on Tris'
I'm a rapper but I still kill shit (I crack you)
I don't need no jewelry to hop in that car to and go bend
G17 with a button on the left side of that bitch
When I crack JodyBoof the beef gon' end
Tryna to send his ass up with his brother and his dead-ass men (Frrt, frrt)
Free No3ree, we had niggas pushin' each other (Hey Switch)
I'm an all-star player in the streets (Bo Jackson, nigga)
I killed your son, now your whole family suffer (Hey Switch)
I really get psycho, I knock the wood off the Drac', had to swap that bitch out for a Micro (Hey Switch)
No mask, no gloves, I really get crazy
No key, just me, that P same size as a pothole
I'm a creeper, I move like a ghost
Three niggas just died (We did that)
We pour up a three, that's a toast (Hey Switch)
She was all on my wave, now I cracked that bitch
When I'm droppin' them shots, you better get down
You only got one B, you a clown
In the streets you really be pinnin' shit?
Lil' nigga, you a pup, I'm a hound
Don't get in my way, I really be puttin' shit down
Put some money on his head, I don't want no pounds
I get down and dirty
I don't want shit easy, I get my feet dirty (Hey Switch)
He died tryna reach, so I picked up his stick
We boxed his ass in, he couldn't move too quick
And I don't feel sorry for shit
I don't feel bad for them niggas, I'll never repent (Fuck them dead-ass men)
You ain't hangin' with me if you ain't tryna go kill
I fell in love with blood spill
I was ten years old with a kill
Ever since then I been sending niggas straight down to Hell
And fuck this rap shit, if you put a mil' on his head, I'll buy out my deal (Hey Switch)
And you know not to send me no diss
And I don't rap 'bout money but I'll put a lil' ten on your biscuit
I'm a real deal creeper, I get in that car, I don't need no nigga to come get you
I wiped his nose with that— (Frrt)
Somebody please go hand that man some tissues
You might know me from rap but I made me a name from workin' my pistol
I' ll creep up before I go diss you (Hey Switch)
I really crack shit for money
He got tricked by a bitch, he a dummy
I don't celebrate Christmas, man, I really wrap shit like a mummy
Bitch keep suckin' my dick and I'm cumming
I pick up the rifle when it's time to go hunting
When I jump in this car, I know I'ma really kill somethin'
I ain't talkin' about no bitch nigga, when I jump out this car with this Drac' I'ma hump it
If this shit get to rolling you better get on the floor, them seven-point-six-twos coming (Hey Switch)

[Outro]
(Frrt, frrt)
Bo Jackson nigga
(Damo Wav)