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king rell otf - switch talk, street pressure lyrics

[intro]
free the gang, b+tch, you know what the f+ck goin’ on (yeah)
drums loud as h+ll, turn that sh+t up, b+tch (turn me up)
otf sh+t, we ain’t playin’, f+ck is you sayin’? (let’s go)

[chorus]
i don’t speak to courts or suits or cops, tell them b+tches free my brothers (free ’em)
they tried to spin, f+cked it up, shot they own feet, dumb motherf+ckers (stupid)
i see my favorite opp, line him up, dump his sh+t, then laugh with his cousin (ha)
ask me why i’m slidin’ reckless as f+ck, i’m chasin’ more bodies than drummers (on god)

[verse]
late+night lurkin’, hoodie tight, glock dirty as f+ck with a switch on it (brr)
ride through they side, windows down, every breath smell like death, b+tch (yeah)
i don’t post locations, f+ck that clout, we pull up raw, get aggrеssive (boom)
catch him slippin’ by the store, flip his ass, now his mama dеpressed (d+mn)
draco bark loud as f+ck, metal singin’, sound like h+ll in a sentence (rah)
he froze up, b+tch+ass stiffened, left his soul where the cement is (gone)
all that woofin’ on the net get you checked in real life, no mention (nope)
i don’t argue with p+ssies, i just up it and handle business (facts)
switch cl!ck fast, blink once, n+gga gone, sh+t vicious (so fast)
otf tatted on my heart, every loss made me more malicious (f+ck ’em)
you cuffin’ hoes, i’m f+ckin’ raw, send her back, no feelings (nah)
opps lurk pages, study flows, steal sauce, still goofy (broke)
tryna ride this wave, b+tch drown, these streets get real moody (watch out)
pop out masked up, gloves on, no face, no witness (none)
every shot personal as f+ck, i don’t miss, i’m committed (dead serious)
if i fall, it’s head first, i ain’t bendin’ or snitchin’ (never)
free my dawgs in them cells, system dirty as f+ck, it’s wicked (free ’em)
[chorus]
i don’t speak to courts or suits or cops, tell them b+tches free my brothers (free ’em)
they tried to spin, f+cked it up, shot they own feet, dumb motherf+ckers (stupid)
i see my favorite opp, line him up, dump his sh+t, then laugh with his cousin (ha)
ask me why i’m slidin’ reckless as f+ck, i’m chasin’ more bodies than drummers (on god)

[outro]
otf sh+t, b+tch, stamped in blood and pressure (yeah)
switch talk, street lessons, f+ck peace, we know better (let’s go)

- king rell otf lyrics

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