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switch his ass - drop1 lyrics

[hook: baby ovo]
you can’t get a verse from me if n*gga you ain’t active
shooters came from both ways, boxed him in and clapped him
if you want a pound of the bowls then we taxin em’
if you say them 2 letters then you know we clappin em’
never been a b*tch ian got my hot then i’m smackin em’
.762’s hit his body, yea fractions
og pass me the rocks, yea you know that i’m trappin’ em’
lil mir got hit 2 times man them boys ain’t backin em’

[verse 2: drop1]
box fast he pop first like we ain’t see his face
we got vic after vic, they waiting til we leave a trace
this b*tch keep askin bout hеr n*gga, ask him how we lit his face
b*tch keep talking about a baby, sh*t i left it on hеr face
we them no c’s, no dinosaur we leaving sh*t extinct
and every opp after gunna, ain’t no weed that n*gga drank
it’s like f&n just hit his body til that n*gga faint
this say d.i.e. just spray his wig until that boy a saint
i done bent that block more than 5 times
they said i’m scorchin, feel like 103
the worst team in the league they like the h*rnets
spinnin’ with that 23, up close on sh*t like jordan
n*ggas claim that they got vics, but can’t put one up on they hat
lil khi got shot up in his face while i was chillin inna back
[verse: 2 baby ovo]
they like who that youngboul with the b*tton? he make it happen
hopped out from both ways, shooters got to clappin’
and i was innat v way before i started rappin’
bro called a blitz, box em in just like it’s madden
n*ggas ain’t active but like to pop it in they captions
i’ll kick a b*tch from a to z if ian crackin’
that’s ya main b*tch but she be sending me attachments
stand over top watch them bullets get to blasting
ask all the opps man this sh*t get tragic
40 hit his body make his front go backwards
hit a n*gga with the b*tton make a n*gga do a backflip

[verse 3: rell sosa]
hop out on him hit a oppa face like where you goin’ n*gga
pop out on him with a bunch of dracs and got sh*t rolling with ’em
he was out there trolling with his friends and now he floating with ’em
i seen n*ggas fall and get hit up and watch his soul go with ’em
sleep outside his house, i’m tryn catch that n*gga walking out
get up close and do a n*gga bad just not hear his mouth
i can teach you way more than ya dad you just gotta hear me out
ran up on him, k!llers left him flat now you can’t see his scalp

yall n*ggas cap, like why you lying to me yall not on that block
i’m a wacker sh*t run through my bones but i still call my drops
n*ggas acting crazy, like a rasta we gon’ clip his locs
sh*t had made me mad i took her out and made her smoke my opps
it’s 4 of them it’s only 3 of us, let’s give a dub to four
when he lay out, we shoot him on the ground so he go through the floor
we don’t sell our glocks, you bet not swap ya dumbass might get doored
we don’t shoot out cars we like to hop out nail eem to the floor

we been had switches on them 10’s this sh*t ain’t nun new
ion wanna text i wanna jump out give him 32
get real close so you can touch his face and put him on the news
when i catch that n*gga wet him up like he jumped in a pool

- drop1 lyrics

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