Switch On The Glock

Lyrics

[Intro: Slimesito] You know I got a hundred guns on me right now nigga Blat, blat You know I'm in the spot with it man Gangway nigga Fifty (Casok) Yeah ClayCo nigga Sito, Sito, Sito [Verse 1: Slimesito] Yeah, streets fake so I'm keeping my distance Got a switch on the Glock, you know it be spitting Had to show that nigga cause' he didn't wanna' listen Chome Heart on me, I feel like I'm Christian Just popped a nigga, I turned his ass to a mission Country shooter, yeah that boy came from Memphis Can't trust these niggas cause' these niggas be snitching Dissing on me 'til a nigga start tripping Crip shooter with me but he still dripping Pounds in the spot, you know they stay flipping Sipping drank like I got a prescription (Rich Slime, fifty) Gotta' watch these niggas cause' they acting suspicious Fire on mе, man you know I stay with it Pound flipping and I'm trapping consistent 12 on me but you know I'm resistant Hе talking about some smoke, I bet he gon' get it [Verse 2: BeezyB] He talking about some smoke you know he gon' get it I'm shooting these niggas and the picture vivid I took that nigga off, I know that he livid I'm trapping hard and my bank look terrific Gasbags and we still trapping midget I just got a lawyer so my case acquitted We do this shit daily, we don't do rehearsals That stick spitting hard like it's doing verbal I just cashed out, I bought my bitch a Serval 12 be hating but it's just a hurdle That nigga got shot, shot him in his girdle These niggas be rats and they look like gerbils Bitch ass niggas can't be in my circle We in beach houses when we be in Myrtle I cut that hoe off cause' that hoe is a burden I got a young shooter and that nigga German Sipping on pints, I don't do no Bourban These niggas ain't gon' bust cause' they ass a virgin [Verse 3: Slimesito] Ten masked shooters and them folks be lurking Outside with the chopper like I'm purging Police ass nigga, boy I know you working Quickdraw now I be shooting like Irving You broke as fuck nigga, boy I know you hurting Got two Glocks on me cause' them folks be watching My shooter southpaw but I ain't talking boxing My whole gang fiftied up, you know we rocking Blood diamonds on me, yeah they fighting like Rocky I'm real mob-tied so I ain't moving sloppy Your bitch in the trap cooking like Hibachi We popping Perc' tens but we serving Oxy Glock 45 on me, you can't stop it Bulletproof vest on me, you can't pop it Walk down shooting like some paparazzi Just spent twenty thousand up in Wafi I'm fifty gang certified, I feel like Gotti All them teardrops but you ain't got no body Like Peewee, nigga, trapping out that lobby