Switch On The Glock

[Intro: Slimesito]
You know I got a hundred guns on me right now nigga
Blat, blat
You know I'm in the spot with it man
Gangway nigga
Fifty
(Casok)
Yeah
ClayCo nigga
Sito, Sito, Sito

[Verse 1: Slimesito]
Yeah, streets fake so I'm keeping my distance
Got a switch on the Glock, you know it be spitting
Had to show that nigga cause' he didn't wanna' listen
Chome Heart on me, I feel like I'm Christian
Just popped a nigga, I turned his ass to a mission
Country shooter, yeah that boy came from Memphis
Can't trust these niggas cause' these niggas be snitching
Dissing on me til' a nigga start tripping
Crip shooter with me but he still dripping
Pounds in the spot, you know they stay flipping
Sipping drink like I got a prescription
(Rich slime, fifty)
Gotta' watch these niggas cause' they acting suspicious
Fire on mе, man you know I stay with it
Pound flipping and I'm trapping consistent
12 on me but you know I'm resistant
Hе talking about some smoke, I bet he gon' get it

[Verse 2: BeezyB]
He talking about some smoke you know he gon' get it
I'm shooting these niggas and the picture vivid
I took that nigga off, I know that he livid
I'm trapping hard and my bank look terrific
Gasbags and we still trapping midget
I just got a lawyer so my case acquitted
We do this shit daily, we don't do rehearsals
That stick spitting hard like it's doing verbal
I just cashed out, I bought my bitch a Serval
12 be hating but it's just a hurdle
That nigga got shot, shot him in his girdle
These niggas be rats and they look like gerbils
Bitch ass niggas can't be in my circle
We in beach houses when we be in Myrtle
I cut that hoe off cause' that hoe is a burden
I got a young shooter and that nigga German
Sipping on pints, I don't do nu Bourban
These niggas ain't gon' bust cause' they ass a virgin

[Verse 3: Slimesito]
Ten Mac shooters and them folks be lurking
Outside with the chopper like I'm purging
Police ass nigga, boy I know you working
Quickdraw now I be shooting like Irving
Broke as fuck nigga, boy I know you hurting
Got two Glocks on me cause' them folks be watching
My shooter southpaw but I ain't talking boxing
My whole gang fiftied up, you know we rocking
Blood diamonds on me, yeah they fighting like Rocky
I'm real mob-tied so I ain't moving sloppy
Your bitch in the trap cooking like Hibachi
Popping Perc' tens but we serving Oxy
Glock .45 on me, you can't stop it
Bulletproof vest on me, you can't pop it
Walk down shooting like some paparazzi
Just spent twenty thousand up in Woffy
I'm fifty gang certified, I feel like Gotti
All them teardrops but you ain't got no body
Like Pewee nigga, trapping out that lobby