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pink switch - 9bmeechie lyrics

[chorus]
look, get a chance and i’m takin’ us out
out bendin for days ’cause n0body safe, put a switch in the back of his mouth
out huntin’ for brains, we really insane, my 9ers ain’t spinnin’ for clout
got big brother fame, i’m still in the trenches, i don’t care about makin’ it out
the n*gga had ran too fast, we caught him outside, put a switch in the front of the street
n*ggas say they be outside, but when switches collide, they dead and ain’t nowhere to be
we’ll go post on the 9, just me and lil’ nalli with a chop and fifty a piece
we don’t even gotta go slide ’cause n*ggas been dyin’, you don’t know, go look in thе streets

[verse]
four n*ggas pop out cuts, you can’t even duck, my shorties likе walkin’ on feet
don’t even test your luck ’cause we bailin’ out trucks, dude died in the back of a v
y’all ain’t even gettin’ no bucks, we out broad day, finna put a young n*gga to sleep
talk to my bunny, you know i ain’t goin’, we lookin’ for opps, we ain’t pushin’ no peace
three had died, now they don’t slide, we all through the b, where the f*ck is they at? (them boys ain’t on sh*t)
he had fell, his mans had trip, we shoot at the crowd, now we smokin’ new packs
bail out and aim at his biscuit, he beefin’ with us, so he must wanna be a new thrax
i don’t even wanna say sh*t ’cause you n*ggas been dyin’, suit up and we comin’ in black
bang*out all on the l, the jakes hit the block, i’m tellin’ lil’ switchy to scratch
hit a few blocks with my slimes, he ran from that b*tton, 23 rise and ready to tap
i don’t even gotta go drill ’cause my 9s in the back tryna see where these f*ck n*ggas at
last n*gga got popped up for some sh*t they stole (come on, man), but we don’t even talk about that (n*ggas be runnin’)
we was lookin’ for hats all summer, shamari got hit with a pink switch
and n*ggas only come to the 9 without callin’ no phones ’cause they know how we do sh*t
and n*ggas was stealin’ them pipes, so we clappin’ you up if you got somethin’ do with it
and we comin’ through drillin’ sh*t up, if a n*gga talk crazy, i swear i’ma lose it
i’m 9 block raised, if a n*gga want smoke, just come to the 9 where we at
spinnin’ through blocks, just me and rap with a fifty and a chop, what you know about that?
you ain’t never hit they hood and blew your glee, one fell and the other got whacked
you ain’t never walked on feet tryna bump your heat, blew first and the opps shot back
we be hittin’ they block and callin’ they phone, so how is we duckin’ the rec?
21 b*tton, we all on the b (come on), first n*gga pop out, that’s the one we stretch (brrt)
we don’t even shoot out cars, we like on feet, bail out, this somethin’ like tag
come on, come on (n*ggas ain’t on sh*t)
[chorus]
look, get a chance and i’m takin’ us out
out bendin for days ’cause n0body safe, put a switch in the back of his mouth
out huntin’ for brains, we really insane, my 9ers ain’t spinnin’ for clout
got big brother fame, i’m still in the trenches, i don’t care about makin’ it out
i don’t care about makin’ it out (you know that)
the n*gga had ran too fast, we caught him outside, put a switch in the front of the street
n*ggas say they be outside, but when switches collide, they dead and ain’t nowhere to be
we’ll go post on the 9, just me and lil’ mo with a chop and fifty a piece
we don’t even gotta go slide ’cause n*ggas been dyin’, you don’t know, go look in the streets, n*gga, get off my d*ck (brrt)

[outro]
f*ck all the opps, man
f*ck 108, f*ck 8 block
f*ck izzy ‘nem, f*ck 745
f*ck all them dead ass— man, come on
f*ck all the opps

- 9bmeechie lyrics

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