Switchy Man ft. Reke Osama Lyrics

Lm4 nigga' them niggas know we Lm4

4 Westside Uh 4 Westside

You can't call no shots if you don't got a body

Zoe & Twin inside the front and I got stocky right beside me, uh

Foreign bitch fat ass, she call me poppy

Niggas know wassup with me, got all these killers right behind me, uh

You ain't disrespectful, pussy, you a bitch

I know a couple niggas died from that side, you ain't do shit

I'm a vet, think you touchin' me You crazy, you get wet

Dissing on the guys, I'm like, say no more, ard, that's the bet

What you on? I have my LMGs creepin' through your lawn

Loyalty, it runs so deep, got LM4 inside my bones

Bro like chasing Opps for real , he tryna go catch him' one alone

When you slide rule number one, you supposed to always leave your phone, uh

And I'm a real gangsta, I like makin' cheese

We got all types of Za, just tell me what you need

Cause twin around, on the other side of town

Touchin' me, bitch, I'm the baby, some of y'all gon' have a frown, uh

It don't matter what they sayin', man, just know we got back

And them niggas that be dissin' they don't even got reck

We know your man did that, you just rappin' for respect

And y'all broke without that scammin' shit, the trap is where it's at, uh

Bein' traumatized, now they don't know how that shit feel

Ever since they took my brothers, man, my life been gettin' real

But you know we really active, we always clapping' in the field

Heard he dissin', he don't know me, damn, like, nigga, what's the deal

And when I seen my man, I swear that shit had gave me chills

Make sure all the opps dead before I ever sign a deal

She look down, she see it pokin', baby girl, yeah, that's my steel

She say, why you got it on you? Cause these niggas tryna kill

But these niggas know I keep that stick on me when I be ridin

I told that bitch I'm tryna fuck, ain't no time to be vibin

Call my man to get the drop, we tryna see these niggas dying

Pullin' up, they see the wheel, I told Lil' Slim it's perfect timing

And we throwin' threes for the bros, uh

I ain't like these rappers, baby, I got different flows, uh

Juggin' and finessin', baby, we got all the bowls, uh

This bitch said she seen me with the same clothes, uh

She ain't even dig that I had that bankroll, uh

All week, baby, on the payroll, uh

When Bk died, them niggas know I had to troll, uh

Doing' all that dissin', he ain't even have his pole, uh

40 gang, bitch, we the ones, them LMGs

That 40 hit you, that shit make you buckle to your knees, uh

Stocky Rocky, 40 Cal, That 23, G-L-O-C-K

That shit never too far from his reach, uh

Smoke ya' man all to the face, this shit a mit

Lil … Was lackin ', he tried run, I heard his slow-ass tripped

Fucked your man up in the corner, that's why aaden had to tip

We came to your momma house, like, where you at, boy, you was a bitch, uh

And we got everything, just tell me what you need, uh

The Perks, the Tec-9s, the Fetty, and the weed

Just call my phone, uh, hit him in his dome, uh

They don't be outside, so now , we campin' on his home

Like, what the fuck, like, what the fuck

We bout' to send him up, uh

Call me Mr. Switchy, I fuck with them turkey butts

And if he try to run, he hear that switch he out of Luck

And he aint see us coming we threw 50 at that

And we threw 50 at that, truck.