Get Switched (feat. Yc lilkenta)

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He diss again, he gon' get switched He ain't mad I robbed his partner
He mad that I fought his bitch My lil' one wants to use his money
Told that boy go hit a lick After a while, he gotta stop
Cause one day, boy, we gon' be real I'm frontin' to him

Boy, we stuck on shit for real, we never lackin' He said he gon' spit my block
You got my drop, come make somethin' happen He ain't know this wasn't one way in
So this shit ain't no track When I went meet me in that feel-out
Two-eyed, I feel, so get to clappin' Niggas crashin' out my hoes

These niggas really go out bad We had robbed him for his shit
Ain't he gon' care, he had done bad His switch, it sounded like a glitch
It started and stopped just like a lab Caught a off-boat with his hoe
Now that lil' bitch get it thrashed He said he stucked on my gang

Boy, we all know that shit count Last nigga who said that shit
Got his ass, took all them out I got Glock 43, you play with me
This nigga gon' be around He tried to spend it by that hoe
I swear these niggas fuckin' south And there's no bully

Catch an opp, come out my hood I stuck for real, I'm not no rookie
He said he be havin' pape I think that pussy want a cookie
He said he slick, he gon' die tryin' They drop that dot and that ain't high
Stop all that cappin', y'all not slime I'm big-ass, can't tell them fucks lyin

Oh, he's double B's We gon' spit with Glock 19
Send that lil' bruh home, no, we won't leave him in no fuckin' sling
He ass in that drop, we hit his block, now it's a bloody scene
Fuckin' on his oppo, in her pole, she throwin' on YC

Fucked that hoe one time, now she keep runnin' back to me ( Running back to me)
If I catch him lackin', light him up like Christmas tree
He see my gang get action, now that boy don't want no beef
I can't even say his name, cause that lil' boy really police

Run to jail like Ricky D, hollow head, done hit his spine
I ain't gotta say too much, they know that boy ain't high
Talkin' gangsta on the net, I bet I leave that nigga fly
Glock 19 with a switch, ask her partner, I ain't lyin

I can't wait to creep, I'm tryna catch him while he sleepin
Setup that hoe, she think I'm dumb, we gon' kill her when we meet him
We got an arm blast, so they can't see us when we out here creepin
I can't speak on nothin' to Ben, just know we love that nigga bleedin

These niggas out here fake steppin', I'm tryna send them to the reverend
I ain't gettin' lit cause they sentin' totals, send that boy to heaven
All that dancing get you phased, they can book us for a murder
I guarantee we beat the case, saw that boy at 3-5

But you know that it was laced, switchin' vibes back to back
How can I ever lack
These rides are really easy, but I'm tryna up a stack
That money that you're postin', nigga, that's your partner rack

I ain't gettin' lit cause they sentin' totals, send that boy to heaven

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