Merc - Flippin Switches (feat. A.C Trace & Kamar P)
You know I'm flipping switchesAll these lil niggas out here penny pinching
And I got plenty bitches
I don't fuck with roll arounds they mini bitches
Yo bitch she skinny dipping
Back there in the pool, my niggas loading switches
She ask me what the deal is
Bitch don't worry bout it, let me deal wit it
And I don't fuck with roll arounds these niggas pollin now
I got a lil glocky on my hip and it's gonna blow them down
With .556 I'm loading up my clip that's what I'm toting now
I up that bitch and stick it out the window when I'm rolling 'round (yuh ayy)
Running round the city with my drop top down
I got bands in the safe, i need head right now
Gone, i already had killed him make that nigga sing along to my song
And you know we smokin strong
Pressin good weed i was trippin off the truffle
And my nigga KP yeah he got it off the muscle
I can't be without my .9, know my mac plain and simple
Know these niggas finna run when I'm letting off this missle
Class in session, posted with a .45 like demons
Jordan ain't got nothing on the kid, we just too rich
Sippin purple lemon lime I'm boolin in the keys
Applying pressure in LA, we let a op know we lettin em breath
And I don't fuck with roll arounds these niggas pollin now
I got a lil glocky on my hip and it's gonna blow them down
With .556 I'm loading up my clip that's what I'm toting now
I up that bitch and stick it out the window when I'm rolling 'round
Okay like once again he must have lost his mind
Irl gulag we kill 'em five times ayy
Know a nigga homeless so we spin and drop a dime
Drums look like double o's, Ak's with me nigga try it
When I'm put this shit together know this smoke one of a kind
See El Saka got some shocking news i bet it blow your mind
Red dot, better stop, better take it as a sign
Aint nobody doin time, Palm beach county police suck at solving crime bitch
I'm in the booth pussy nigga this shit homemade (This shit homemade)
She smokin crack if she mistake me for a soulmate (For a what?)
He fresh to death i knock his cap off like Colgate
He so late, i been a gremlin since like '08 (Niggas hoes)
I mix the Nike tech with joggers and some douce (These niggas hoes)
These niggas clickin up like hoes, niggas so gay (These niggas bitches)
That Kobe bar was crazy, blow this bitch like propane (Ayy my bad)
I got yo bitch on camera man this hoe got no shame (Bitch)
And I don't fuck with roll arounds these niggas pollin now
I got a lil glocky on my hip and it's gonan blow them down
With .556 I'm loading up my clip that's what I'm toting now
I up that bitch and stick it out the window when I'm rolling 'round
Written by:
Daniel Odias, Jose Mercado, Kemar Pryce
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