lirik lagu rmc mike – switches
[intro]
yeah, alright
b~tch
[verse]
thirty times ten, do the math check
i was playin’ with some sh~t before i had s~x
send that location, we pullin’ down to your address
automatic when i shoot the three, i never half~step
bad b~tch, big booty on her, but she got bad breath
b~tch was gon’ leave anyway when that bag left
ooh, i see his diamonds ain’t hittin’, he need a lab check
y’all still talkin’ ’bout that hundred k, i done passed that
thirty million streams this year, and i ain’t press the gas yet
but i remember we was sellin’ ‘bows out an aztec
your b~tch got a bbl, go get her ass checked
i think i made six figures on my last check
okay, i’m lyin’, it was only five
i’m lookin’ for a drag race like i’m tony bynes
n~ggas can’t step in my shoes, this the only size
i just bought a brand~new glock 40, yeah, the police kind
when them boys listen to your rap, they like, “i know he lyin'”
in the d on seven mile, i’m finna order coney time
boy, that rollie faker than a b~tch, you on a phony time
shots fired and your man left, you on a lonely time
seventy~five on that k, goin’ shot~for~shot
when we lookin’ for an opp, we go block to block
unc’ still smokin’ dope, he gon’ shop for rocks
make a n~gga shut the f~ck up [?]
slide on a different opp in the k5
hit a b~tch with the cold shoulders like i’m jaiswan
my favorite time to go slide is in the daytime
finna spend twenty~one thousand on my paint job
i’m talkin’ wetter than the ocean, you could surf on it
poured up some hi~tech then mixed a lil’ purp’ on it
threw a switchy on my glock, i love the jerk on it
b~tch found out i f~cked her best friend and had a hurt moment
inside of the monte look like basketball skin
f~cked an nba b~tch and had basketball twins
i got a play for ten ‘bows at the mackinac bridge
sh~t, my profit was a dime and i’m stackin’ all ten
b~tch, we runnin’ rap game, i’m all~in
you want a n~gga gone, 1~800~call~ben
you the type to shoot a party up, expectin’ all kids
sold the white boy a pint of wock’, it’s really all thin
okay, the patek or the richard? sh~t, i can’t decide
before i go catch a body, i like to strategize
i know a n~gga next move ’cause i ~n~lyze
catch him walkin’ with his kids, left him terrified
gave him a pass ’cause i don’t like to shoot kids
n~gga said he want smoke, hit him with two sigs
it’s reclinin’ backseats in my new benz
man, you n~ggas can’t rap and the truth is
i’m a g.o.a.t. and y’all really can’t f~ck with a n~gga
i done nutted in her twice, now she stuck with a n~gga
movin’ at my own pace, ain’t no rushin’ a n~gga
rockin’ one~of~one sh~t, yeah, it’s custom, my n~gga
pint of wock’, sell it to the streets, or should i drop it?
i’m poppin’ sh~t, ’cause gettin’ your ass beat wasn’t an option
js don’t come out ’til next week, but i got ’em
every gun you got up in your fleet, i done shot ’em
ball game, n~gga, check the score, b~tch, we up fifty
i been important now, so it’s kind of hard to get in touch with me
scream still tryna stab that b~tch, i done f~cked sidney
went ot last month and made a buck~twenty
i want a lambo truck, but that wraith on my mind
i could drop it any day, i’m just waitin’ on the time
i get my sh~t early as f~ck, i ain’t waitin’ in no line
i’m comin’ to your mama crib if you play with one of mine
loyalty the key, sh~t, that’s all i know
five~gram slapwoods, that’s all i smoke
if you ain’t tryna spend no pape’, what you callin’ for?
b~tch, my lungs good as f~ck, inhale all the smoke
i gave you n~ggas time to get off, now it’s my turn
four~five hit him in his head, clip his sideburns
i just got to fl!ckin’ at the whip, he took an odd turn
shoot first, then ask questions later is what i learned
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