SWITCHIN THE CROWD

Lyrics

[Intro] Shit TMS gang, shit too many Shit, too many strikers, I'm missin' my I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my Uh (Phew) Oh, yeah (Baow) Comin' through your hood, blowin' up every street Slime, slime, slime, oh, yeah (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew) [Chorus] High as shit in the air, snuck drank on the plane (High as shit in) That nigga gon' die, he keep chasin' that fame (Baow) Smack a zen on my gun, got a binary trigger (Frrt) In the spot right now, just me and my killers We creepin' up, nigga, we ain't makin' no sounds Spot a opp in the mall and I'm switchin' the crowd (Frrt) Bro rollin' up some slatt shit, hit like somethin' loud Your man got hit, stop askin' us how (Baow) [Verse] I'ma YSL her, I'ma buy her a purse Man, I know I'm dead wrong if I buy her a Kurt Every dream not real, shit end with a curse Bro lyin' to his doctor, he geekin' for Percs Shit, Hedi my jeans (Shit, Hedi my), I ain't rockin' Amiri Put my stick to the opps, they gon' run like Sha'Carri (Baow) And y'all niggas gon' die, keep believin' 'em theories Made a name in the kitchen, I feel like Guy Fieri (Got what?) I cherish my life 'cause I know I'm a target The Creek ain't nothin', so we gon to the— what? Put a pause in that shit, young nigga just stop it (Stop that shit) I was jammin' like shit, catchin' hits, right on lock (What?) Man, I really got ties when I bip through the city (Man, I really got what?) She callin' my phone like, "Boo, can get you me?" (What?) Wave my stick in the air, like I'm starrin' on Disney (Phew-phew-phew) I'm missin' my dog and I'm screamin' free Sinny (Baow) [Chorus] High as shit in the air, snuck drank on the plane (What?) That nigga gon' die, he keep chasin' that fame Smack a zen on my gun, got a binary trigger (Got a what?) In the spot right now, just me and my killers We creepin' up, nigga, we ain't makin' no sounds (No what?) Spot a opp in the mall and I'm switchin' the crowd Bro rollin' up some slatt shit, hit like somethin' loud Your man got hit, stop askin' us how (Baow) High as shit in the air, spilled drank on the plane (High as shit in the) That nigga gon' die, he keep chasin' that fame (What?) Smack a zen on my gun, got a binary trigger (Got a What?) In the spot right now, just me and my killers We creepin' up, nigga, we ain't makin' no sounds Spot a opp in the mall and I'm switchin' 'em down (Frrt, baow) Bro rollin' up some slatt shit, hit like somethin' loud (Baow) Your man got hit, stop askin' us how (Baow) [Outro] Uh, oh, yeah La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Slime, slime, slime, oh, yeah