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rmc mike – switches lyrics

[intro]
yeah, alright
b+tch

[verse]
thirty times ten, do the math check
i was playin’ with some sh+t before i had s+x
send that location, we pullin’ down to your address
automatic when i shoot the three, i never half+step
bad b+tch, big booty on her, but she got bad breath
b+tch was gon’ leave anyway when that bag left
ooh, i see his diamonds ain’t hittin’, he need a lab check
y’all still talkin’ ’bout that hundred k, i done passed that
thirty million streams this year, and i ain’t press the gas yet
but i remember we was sellin’ ‘bows out an aztec
your b+tch got a bbl, go get her ass checked
i think i made six figures on my last check
okay, i’m lyin’, it was only five
i’m lookin’ for a drag race like i’m tony bynes
n+ggas can’t step in my shoes, this the only size
i just bought a brand+new glock 40, yeah, the police kind
when them boys listen to your rap, they like, “i know he lyin'”
in the d on seven mile, i’m finna order coney time
boy, that rollie faker than a b+tch, you on a phony time
shots fired and your man left, you on a lonely time
seventy+five on that k, goin’ shot+for+shot
when we lookin’ for an opp, we go block to block
unc’ still smokin’ dope, he gon’ shop for rocks
make a n+gga shut the f+ck up [?]
slide on a different opp in the k5
hit a b+tch with the cold shoulders like i’m jaiswan
my favorite time to go slide is in the daytime
finna spend twenty+one thousand on my paint job
i’m talkin’ wetter than the ocean, you could surf on it
poured up some hi+tech then mixed a lil’ purp’ on it
threw a switchy on my glock, i love the jerk on it
b+tch found out i f+cked her best friend and had a hurt moment
inside of the monte look like basketball skin
f+cked an nba b+tch and had basketball twins
i got a play for ten ‘bows at the mackinac bridge
sh+t, my profit was a dime and i’m stackin’ all ten
b+tch, we runnin’ rap game, i’m all+in
you want a n+gga gone, 1+800+call+ben
you the type to shoot a party up, expectin’ all kids
sold the white boy a pint of wock’, it’s really all thin
okay, the patek or the richard? sh+t, i can’t decide
before i go catch a body, i like to strategize
i know a n+gga next move ’cause i +n+lyze
catch him walkin’ with his kids, left him terrified
gave him a pass ’cause i don’t like to shoot kids
n+gga said he want smoke, hit him with two sigs
it’s reclinin’ backseats in my new benz
man, you n+ggas can’t rap and the truth is
i’m a g.o.a.t. and y’all really can’t f+ck with a n+gga
i done nutted in her twice, now she stuck with a n+gga
movin’ at my own pace, ain’t no rushin’ a n+gga
rockin’ one+of+one sh+t, yeah, it’s custom, my n+gga
pint of wock’, sell it to the streets, or should i drop it?
i’m poppin’ sh+t, ’cause gettin’ your ass beat wasn’t an option
js don’t come out ’til next week, but i got ’em
every gun you got up in your fleet, i done shot ’em
ball game, n+gga, check the score, b+tch, we up fifty
i been important now, so it’s kind of hard to get in touch with me
scream still tryna stab that b+tch, i done f+cked sidney
went ot last month and made a buck+twenty
i want a lambo truck, but that wraith on my mind
i could drop it any day, i’m just waitin’ on the time
i get my sh+t early as f+ck, i ain’t waitin’ in no line
i’m comin’ to your mama crib if you play with one of mine
loyalty the key, sh+t, that’s all i know
five+gram slapwoods, that’s all i smoke
if you ain’t tryna spend no pape’, what you callin’ for?
b+tch, my lungs good as f+ck, inhale all the smoke
i gave you n+ggas time to get off, now it’s my turn
four+five hit him in his head, clip his sideburns
i just got to fl!ckin’ at the whip, he took an odd turn
shoot first, then ask questions later is what i learned

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