lirik lagu joker otv - switches & dracs
[verse]
let’s talk ’bout the opps
they talkin’ ’bout switches and dracs and don’t even got ’em (who care)
pulled up the vid she talkin’ bout “his face is gone”, they whack that sh~t out of pocket(d~mn)
i just ran into two opps, two days back to back and both of them n~ggas was coppin’
if i’m on a hit then i’m gettin’ up close and sh~t, so you know ain’t n0body survivin’
this a big opp, we jumpin’ out pounds and tens while lil sosa wavin’ the chopper
bro say we ain’t gotta say a drop, he was comin’ out the crib, so we gon’ call that perfect timin’
this n~gga thought he was my man, he gave me his gun, he must ain’t know i was slimy (this n~gga dumb)
he loafin’ in his phone, when i say last song, watch how i creep up behind him
they doin’ them little ass shootings and callin’ it get back, how ’bout come catch you a body (the f~ck?)
catch a n~gga out in the ford, i like my [?] the best, i hop out fryin’ (bro let me out)
n~ggas can’t talk ’bout chris if you ain’t talk ’bout how phat dame soul left his body (that n~gga checked)
b~tch do you f~ck with the opps or not?
cut that little act, we already know that you lyin’ (i know that you lyin’ b~tch)
out on my block, i don’t do the hidin’ (f~ck no)
we is the reason them n~ggas is dyin’
crack a four and meet the 10, no we ain’t playin’ defiance
it got a fully behind it, give me a drop i’ma bomb it (i’ma bomb that sh~t)
pop out the cut and surprise him, he don’t see me, but i see him
left and right let’s box him in, want gang with us, go cook one then (go cook a n~gga then)
can’t get us a rapper, we cookin’ his friends
we could jump out right here, we just gotta blend in
you got more then three hats, we can probably lock in
he got a bag on his head, then we cashin’ it in
[?] played graveyard so he got digged in
i can’t get to the drop, i’m lobbin’ it then (real rap i leave a)
what’s the lo’?
i already got the v, it’s a go
what’s the question?
did they get back for lil aj? that’s a no
(that sh~t dumb)
took his burner, we had ran into the opps and he ain’t blow (gimme that f~ckin’ gun)
they don’t ask me ’bout the score, ’cause they get belt they already know (n~gga already know)
we gon’ get him, with his guy, creep up on him and move slow
[?] was loafin’, then he disappeared like he casper the ghost (this n~gga casper)
i f~cked his b~tch and gave her boot, after she gave us the first lo’ (the first lo’)
better not diss up on the dead, ’cause on the guys i do the most (i really do it)
and b~tch we ranked, but if you call our phone ’bout bodies, i don’t know (f~ck no)
we don’t know you tryna swap, then we takin’ it for sure
what i look like buyin’ guns, the whole bity know i’m a doer, it’s three and o
been some years since the other side put on the board (they don’t slide)
catch a d~ckhead loafin’ out of bounds and send him with the lord
post a vid inside a johnny, now she askin’ where i’m at
b~tch, you can’t hop inside this car, the cops might see us and react
the switch too fast (brrt), left him on his back
[outro]
yo that n~gga dead, yo (n~gga)
left him on his back
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