Fully Switch

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Funk or Die) (Damn, JakeSand) [Verse 1: TrDee] Look alive and keep your face up out your phone I ain't spit a verse, she got me cummin' off the dome I can't read no minds, you gotta tell me what you want She gon' let me fuck 'cause I be doing what you don't Stupid-ass bitch tryna judge me off my zodiac Made a field goal, somebody show me where the Rollies at Reachin' for a chain, we send his ass wherever Kobe at Think she wanna fuck 'cause it ain't nowhere they don't know mе at [Verse 2: Toohda Band$] Yeah, I'm with the ShittyBoyz, but we'll gеt pissy Pull up to the trap, baggin' packs, let's get busy Fully switch on a G30, this my new glizzy Bro said if we finna slide, don't use semis These some G-Stars on my ass, I don't do Dickies Bitch can't even touch me, she ain't payin', I don't do hickies Free John, we was in the fin with like two fifties I was sipping red way before I even knew Trippie [Verse 3: BabyTron] My headhunter from the East, I scoop her, then I shoot west Scam, swipe, jugg, jam, ping, what I do best Two-five-eight freeway, I don't do rest 7.62s, .223s, you gon' need two vests Never sold a drug, bitch, I'm Mr. Drop a Fluke Check Outta town blowing 'za, chillin' on the pool deck Hundred-rounder, fifty-rounder, we don't really do steps Hitman, take you out the game like you got two techs [Verse 4: Skinny T] We can get it started, nigga, let's get it poppin' I had to get my ass up out the hood, 'cause I ain't have no option I'm smoking Cookie, chilling at the crib, my bitch know I'm poppin' Told Steve fuck that Kel-Tec, let's get a bigger chopper I ain't wanna hit that lil' bitch, I'm tryna fuck her partner I used to fuck with dude, but he ain't cool, I'm tryna snipe my partner [Verse 5: StanWill] Ayy, knowin' I'm the cheater, treat my bitches like my math test Real fraud bet, made a hundred in my last Tech J-U-double-G, I made triple than your last check Dee a splash bro, he shoot from range, you can ask Steph Blower on me, he a hot head, we get him air conditioned Only brought these ugly-ass shoes 'cause you can't wear them bitches Extendo on the Glock 'bout longer than your bitch hair extension Run it up for real, my ACLs, I might tear them bitches [Verse 6: Philthy Rich] Look, my bitches' asses fake, but they money real I done seen at least ten, but need a hundred mil' Told my white bitch she can go to hell Drop a dub in my account, PayPal or Zelle Gave Gary all blues, he gave me VS1s ATF kicked my door, search warrant for guns Two bitches in my bed, but I ain't fuck neither She actin' stingy with the pussy 'cause I wouldn't eat her [Outro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Damn, JakeSand)