Glocks and Switches Lyrics

When I spark it up, man, I get to flowin' Pull up to the scene, bitches to the showin

Step out real clean, dressed in Celine I'm a real nigga, see it in my demean

Ever since I started rappin', man, life's good Ever since I started rappin', mama, out the hood

Makin' sure my young niggas got bread in they pockets So they ain't on the news, a trending topic

Anyways, you know what I do I pulled up to that bitch house around two

It ain't no mystery, it ain't no Scooby-Doo I bust some cheeks wide open in that pussy deep

Niggas say they bout that action Niggas pussy niggas get to runnin

When them nines get to clappin' Remember eatin' ramen noodle soup

Now I'm tryna figure what color I want the coupe Should I get the suede or should I get the leather

Nigga, we paid fuck it, get whatever Hundred racks fallin' out my pocket

What's in the other pocket, nigga, that's the rocket And it get to blastin' off too

Ain't no Jimmy Neutron i walk in Jimmy Choo Tryna dap me up, nigga, who is you?

This nigga child just like blues clues Shoot a cap gun before you cap about shootin

I see a pussy nigga and we get to lootin' Nigga want a problem, okay, that's a bet

Make a nigga throw up blood, man, that's on the set

Got a price on your head like a market Bring five hitters, man, that's five targets

I get demented, ain't no bluffin' Talk shit on the net, but don't say nothin

I thought you was a thug, I thought you was a blood

Got shot in your hood, goin' back is a dub Bum nigga with no motivation

You got no sessions, nigga, got your mind racin' Next time you talk about me, at me, nigga

Ringin' shots off with the AK, nigga