Switch Talk lyrics

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[Intro]
Richslime
You know I'm f*ckin-rocking,n*gga
Point south right now
All my n*ggas go crash out this sh*t

[One Verse]
On point south and I'm sticked the f*ck up
Got a lot of choppas, know I'm strapped the f*ck up
Got russian shooters, know they masked up f*ck up
They hopping out of the car, they wrapping sh*t up
Got young ass shooters and they backing sh*t up
Ain't make it proper, what you trapping for what?
I'm f*ckin' on a b*tch, she bagging sh*t up
I love that plata so I stack that sh*t up
I'm pouring blood, you know it stay in my cup
Exposed the n*gga, 'cause I know he ain't tough
He moving funny so you know I'm gon' up
I quickdraw gang for real you know I'm gon' bust
I slimed your "OG-man" I knew he gon' run
It's never them you know is only about us
I'm trafficano, so I'm pushing 'em trucks
We hopping out of the car we do 'em like Duck
In Balifornia and I'm rocking my Chucks
That switch up on me, so you better not mug
He pulled up on the way and got his ass slumpеd
Your momma geeking she be smoking that dust
Just sprayed a n*gga, hе got hit with them slugs
My diamonds came from Kongo, know they gon' bust
Got MOS, I put that sh*t on my trip
Red dot sight - How the f*ck I'm gon' miss?
Got to 20 stitches now they got grip
Tried pull up on the way - we shot up his whip
That n*gga bluffing, so I'm taking his stick
Just popped a n*gga now I got him too stiff
I'm Jefe-Sito I can get your ass dipped
Got two pistols, how the f*ck I'm gon' slip?
I'm always lurking know I'm taking high risk
I'm f*cking on this b*tch I know she ain't sh*t
Just ran up with the sh*t I did him like Wick
They say I'm chosen, yeah, I know I got picked
I'm f*cking on two hoes we just made a flick
I'm RSG and no, we not tryna clique
Got two two traphouses and they on Flint
That switch talking everybody get hit
Smoking opps you know we do 'em like spliffs
Hit a stain, I just might ice out my wrist
Two pints, you know that sh*t worth my fit
Bake the cake, you know I'm catching my fish
Just planked a n*gga, now you know, he a dish
Just crossed a n*gga out, I just use my b*tch
sh*t legendary, how I'm hitting that stick
I'm counting n*ggas, man, I feel like MadMax
He a false claimer then he got his ass whacked
We stomped a n*gga now we did him like that
Gen 5 on me you know it's all black
Just robbed a n*gga, he got slimed in his trap
Burner phones, 'cause we know that sh*t tapped
Mafiosso, so you know I move tact'
She lovin' on a gang, she got sh*t tatted
You beefin' online, we put that on wax
On front street with my burgundy flag
Man, send me on a mission, know I'm gon' spaz
My n*gga [?], you know they gon' crash
I having shooters, yeah, I got' em on staff
You braggin' on the b*tch, you know she got smacked
I'm baseballa fo' real, I'm throwing up hat
Not RSG, then you ain't getting no dap
I'm living by the sword, I never gon' lack
These transations got my pockets so fat
I'm rich snake, for real, you know I kill rats
Stacking all that paper, yeah, I got stashes
Got ghetto b*tches and they always got lashes
Got beams up on that glick you know they be flashing
Got too much tasks, I don't even do flaggin'