CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Switch Out The Glock

with the track
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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 hoods and these pockets keep growin', ah
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, switched out the Glock
Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps
We move with flip phones and pagers, 'cause thеm iPhones get sh*t locked

My opеration too major, I pose 'cause the feds watchin'
Buy firearms and narcotics, do first-degree boys and robberies
Had these rollin' Backwoods of the dead opps, I had to squash it
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' big sh*t poppin', since Truey joggers and robbin'
We backseat n***a for flossin', leave his head like Denise Robins
When pop out with two milli, b*t*h, 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 hoods and these pockets keep growin', ah
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, switched 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
I shoot this b*t*h up right now, cause I never cared
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 old hammer like I'm Thor cause my Cuban cost a hundred grand
Stupid, is you stupid? I got one up, I shoot it
I got bands on a man, rock designer like I loot it
Bloody hearts, I'm not cupid
Seven cars, this my new whip
Front line where I stood for your hood, you ain't do sh*t

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 hoods and these pockets keep growin', ah
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, switched 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