CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Switch it Up (Original)

Gold Haze on the track
JDFeng keep it swanging and banging
Ayy

Just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch
Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot
1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots
Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin', knots
And I ain't had sh*t when I got out, had to snake my way to the top
Left two men down, we got 'em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock
Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps
We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get sh*t locked

Buy firearms and narcotics, do first-degree boys and robberies
Had these rollin' Backwoods of them dead opps, I had to spark
Double cup filled up with Wocky, that medicine in my body
I signed a deal and went and bought a P, put the vacuum seals in my projects
You wanna order up a hunnid? Sixty bags of 'em was garbage
You know I'm slimy as it get, I got outta here off a noggin
And no I can never put up my fire', that's a never, not even probably
Since a youngin', been sh*t poppin', since Truey joggers and Robins
We backseat n***a for flodgin', leave his head like Dennis Rodman's
When I pop out Richard Mille, bet they say Shiesty the hardest
Beside rap I was gettin' rich regardless
Everybody keep on yappin' till them .62 get to sparkin'

Just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch
Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot
1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots
Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin', knots
And I ain't had sh*t when I got out, had to snake my way to the top
Left two men down, we got 'em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock
Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps
We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get sh*t locked (Ayy)

Got a .40 on me right now, I ain't never scared (Never scared, you know that)
I'll shoot this b*t*h up right now 'cause I never cared (Bah)
Gangster to the core with the war like a leather-head
Eyes hurt, they sore 'cause I seen some sh*t I never said
Thinking about my boy, don't sip Rémy, I just pour it
We got blow outs on the score, we couldn't catch 'em so his brother dead
Bring it to your door, spent a milli', ran up four
Big ol' hammer like I'm Thor 'cause my Cubans cost a hundred grand
Stupid, is you stupid? I got one up, I shoot it (Grrt)
I got bands on a man, rock designer like I loot it
Bloody hearts, I'm not cupid, seven cars, this my new whip (Skrrt)
Front line where I stood for your hood, you ain't do sh*t (pu**y)

Just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch
Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot
1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots
Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin' knots
And I ain't had sh*t when I got out, had to snake my way to the top
Left two men down, we got 'em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock
Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps
We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get sh*t locked

Blrrd (Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
(Blrrd, big blrrd, blrrd)