Switch

[Chorus: Enphamus]
Switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch
Switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch
Switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch
Switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, frrt, frrt

[Post-Chorus: Enphamus]
I'm in the MIA, shit so hot I can't breathe, cut on the fan
How you gon' get me touched? Bitch boy, you ain't pick up your man
I'm from the 6 where you need more than a dream, lil' nigga, you need you a plan
One thing for sure, either was rappin' or robbin', on God, I come for my bands

[Verse 1: Enphamus]
I ain't even made it
Still be havin' them thoughts of sendin' these niggas to Grady
Lil' bitch crazy
Two o'clock, hit my phone, say Enphamus gave her a baby
Bitches fugazi
You know my pull-out game on, then I'm ghostin' you daily
You ain't my lady
You'll get treated like shit, you can die with your ugly-ass baby
In a Mercedes
Still ain't bended or folded on none of my motherfuckin' members
Since it's November
I know the opps must think 'bouta spin on they lil' bitty sissies
Popped out with fifties
When it was time for that smoke, triple-K, I went, hung out the window
Nigga, let's spin it
They just mad as fuck I got motion, way more than a sensor
Ruin my image
Cover my face when in church, I been doubtin' that God'll forgive me
What is forgiveness?
Poppin' these Percs by the 30, like Kodak, I turned to a gremlin
Finish my sentence
I wish I felt like a hero, the city turned me to a villain
Despicable Me
I was a minion of violence, my day, I seen so many killings
Aw shit, it's a hundred degrees
So somebody cut on the fan
Triple-K don't even fuck with you niggas
I stay triple-K as the motherfuckin' Klan
Beam, Glock, 40s and 30s
We hop out, they never got far when they ran
.556 finna fuck and the beat gon' take him to the king like he Tamela Mann

[Chorus: Enphamus]
We got switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch
Switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch
We got blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, blick
Blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, uh

[Post-Chorus: Enphamus]
I'm in the MIA, shit so hot I can't breathe, cut on the fan
How you gon' get me touched? Bitch boy, you ain't pick up your man
I'm from the 6 where you need more than a dream, lil' nigga, you need you a plan
One thing for sure, either was rappin' or robbin', on God, I come for my bands

[Verse 2: Quez2rr]
How many licks do it take? 'Cause you swear I'm a sucker
Hit his block with the broom and Lil Blade got the duster
We cleaned up the opp, now they call it Ghostbuster
Tough guy, got some muscle, I bet you won't touch you
He talk out his mouth, he meet Biggie and Pac
Fuck the keys to the street 'cause I just picked the lock
Put the cream on her face, got her feelin' like Wop
Call lil' buddy champagne 'cause we gon' pop his top
Put the case on the gang 'cause they know we some mobsters
We hit that boy brain, now he dumb and you dumb
JB kickin' doors, y'all can call him a punter
Y'all runners, my niggas tote sticks, we some gunners
This a crazy story, long live Von from the O
Glizzy tucked, was at the store sellin' blow
No overtime, I bet we up it and score
He a sucker, tryna housewife a ho
Green beam, I take out, knock off your hat
Jail cell, was hidin' dope in my mat
From the back, I might tear out her tracks
Pocket rocket, not a time where we lack
This ain't paranormal, bitch, this gang activity
Call me viral 'cause I know they gettin' sick of me
Clamp an opp, knock the boy out his misery
Stick him up just like the Statue of Liberty