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intro (switch it up) - eastside reup lyrics

[intro]
ayy
yeah

[verse]
they be tellin’ me to switch it up, n*gga, please (n*gga, please)
on the real, these n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me
that’s how i feel and all my n*ggas certified, we ain’t f*ckin’ with them n*ggas
i think it’s time we separate the lame n*ggas from the realest
i think these n*ggas must’ve forgot i’m the one they got they flow from
go any town and flood any state, n*gga, it’s a snowstorm
i done got caught with this sh*t, b*tch, i can lock up with both arms
i hit the road and beat it down, if i get caught, it’s a dope charge
i can’t turn my back now on the road, thе streets need me
gave a thug motivation, i’m the ’05 jeezy
free t**zy, wе ain’t lettin’ no more n*ggas get a pass
and hurry up and free dog too, me and him gotta scr*p
i’d never turn around on gang, i forever got your back
let them n*ggas tell lies, all the real know the facts
that sh*t cap, b*tch, i been this way way before the rap (yeah)
i was the one they seen on the touchdown countin’ racks
they ain’t used to this, can tell how they act, they ain’t in the field
i’m a hot boy, i’m really outside, get it how you live
no matter what i do to keep it real, they gon’ hate on me
but they know i’m with shooters so they really ain’t gon’ play with me
a hundred shots, you see a hundred*round, it’s a chopper with me
i’ll bust a drac’ instead of bustin’ k’s, this b*tch chopper city
if you ain’t from around, don’t come around, b*tch, you better see it
seven mile hot as h*ll, this b*tch five hundred degrees
write the story, this a movie, let’s go back to the trap house
five n*ggas, bands everywhere, this sh*t like a packhouse
i’ll set up shop down the way, in two weeks i done packed out
told the plug i need some more, it’s all gone, i done trapped out (yeah)
i wish these n*ggas go’n head, tell the truth, what the cap ’bout?
n*ggas lyin’, fake gangster, ain’t sh*t real about ’em
ain’t no love for these n*ggas, that’s just how i feel about ’em
and i ain’t hard to get in touch with, let me know if it’s a problem
you can hit me for some work, what you want? b*tch, i got it
all flavors, different colors, b*tch, the trap came with options
plugged in with all the scripts, n*ggas thought i knew the doctors
n*gga, i know all the takers, plugged in with the robbers (plugged in with the robbers)
yeah

- eastside reup lyrics

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