Switch Crowd (Feat. Fattmack)
Raq Baby
2:59Yeah Yeah, see what I'm sayin'? Huh, huh, yeah Frrt, frrt Yeah, I just doubled up on everything Bitch, I just took that boy down, easy stain Gun on my back like I'm born in Ukraine Tailor made jacket, got this out of Spain Hundred-round drum, this bitch look like two zero Glock to his face, told him, "Don't be no hero" He's just an actor like Robert De Niro Rich junkie, fucked around, sipped all the syrup I see lil' Glokk when I look in the mirror Trackhawk pulled up, now them boys gotta peel I'm outside on the block, catch me a kill Hit that boy so damn hard, knocked out his grill Huh, no cap, stop playin', on the 10 He ain't got that Glock on him, boy, they lackin' I was just broke as the fuck, they was laughin' Peel out on tour, man, I do them so nasty Bitch in my face, this bitch eatin' off the accent I'm geeked off drop and I told her I'm blasted You got a whole pint of drank, that's fantastic She break her neck every time I'm in Saks Fifth They ain't got no Glock, they got tired of that tactic Glock in my pants, but my seatbelt fastened Kind of like the dope game, got me distracted Slidin' in a TRX, shit like Jurassic Hit with the vamps, don't care how long he lastin' Nigga turned him hotbox, they did that for passion Brother catch a vine in that blunt, tell him pass it Vampires, vamp life, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Get right, yeah, I don't really do the fist fight Yeah, I'm out with war, midnight Fuck that bitch, I try to gaslight Yeah, I'm with the gang like band fight They don't throw up nothin' but gang signs Glock switch on my waistline Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Talkin' 'bout Glokk, you talkin' 'bout nothin' Talkin' 'bout Glokk, huh, huh Fuck it, you know that I'm ridin' with that steel Huh, huh, nigga, they facin' fifteen, I fought my case with Brian Steele, frrt They know that I don't like to fight, but I knock that boy out, Holyfield With this bad ho, this ho insecure Yeah, take that ho out of thot life, now she cured I'm on my cycle, but I keep that shit pure Your diamonds is fake, them shit's lookin' clear My diamonds is hittin', this shit chandelier This bitch do a split and she showin' her skills Yeah, huh, yeah, frrt-frrt Yeah, I just doubled up on everything Bitch, I just took that boy down, easy stain Gun on my back like I'm born in Ukraine Tailor made jacket, got this out of Spain Hundred-round drum, this bitch look like two zero Glock to his face, told him, "Don't be no hero" He's just an actor like Robert De Niro Rich junkie, fucked around, sipped all the syrup I see lil' Glokk when I look in the mirror Trackhawk pulled up, now them boys gotta peel I'm outside on the block, catch me a kill Hit that boy so damn hard, knocked out his grill No cap, stop playin', on the 10