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switches - rmc mike lyrics

[intro]
yeah, alright
b*tch

[verse]
thirty times ten, do the math check
i was playin’ with some sh*t before i had s*x
send that location, we pullin’ down to your address
automatic when i shoot the three, i never half*step
bad b*tch, big booty on her, but she got bad breath
b*tch was gon’ leave anyway when that bag left
ooh, i see his diamonds ain’t hittin’, he need a lab check
y’all still talkin’ ’bout that hundred k, i done passed that
thirty million streams this year, and i ain’t press the gas yet
but i remember we was sellin’ ‘bows out an aztec
your b*tch got a bbl, go get her ass checked
i think i made six figures on my last check
okay, i’m lyin’, it was only five
i’m lookin’ for a drag race like i’m tony bynes
n*ggas can’t step in my shoes, this the only size
i just bought a brand*new glock 40, yeah, the police kind
when them boys listen to your rap, they like, “i know he lyin'”
in the d on seven mile, i’m finna order coney time
boy, that rollie faker than a b*tch, you on a phony time
shots fired and your man left, you on a lonely time
seventy*five on that k, goin’ shot*for*shot
when we lookin’ for an opp, we go block to block
unc’ still smokin’ dope, he gon’ shop for rocks
make a n*gga shut the f*ck up [?]
slide on a different opp in the k5
hit a b*tch with the cold shoulders like i’m jaiswan
my favorite time to go slide is in the daytime
finna spend twenty*one thousand on my paint job
i’m talkin’ wetter than the ocean, you could surf on it
poured up some hi*tech then mixed a lil’ purp’ on it
threw a switchy on my glock, i love the jerk on it
b*tch found out i f*cked her best friend and had a hurt moment
inside of the monte look like basketball skin
f*cked an nba b*tch and had basketball twins
i got a play for ten ‘bows at the mackinac bridge
sh*t, my profit was a dime and i’m stackin’ all ten
b*tch, we runnin’ rap game, i’m all*in
you want a n*gga gone, 1*800*call*ben
you the type to shoot a party up, expectin’ all kids
sold the white boy a pint of wock’, it’s really all thin
okay, the patek or the richard? sh*t, i can’t decide
before i go catch a body, i like to strategize
i know a n*gga next move ’cause i *n*lyze
catch him walkin’ with his kids, left him terrified
gave him a pass ’cause i don’t like to shoot kids
n*gga said he want smoke, hit him with two sigs
it’s reclinin’ backseats in my new benz
man, you n*ggas can’t rap and the truth is
i’m a g.o.a.t. and y’all really can’t f*ck with a n*gga
i done nutted in her twice, now she stuck with a n*gga
movin’ at my own pace, ain’t no rushin’ a n*gga
rockin’ one*of*one sh*t, yeah, it’s custom, my n*gga
pint of wock’, sell it to the streets, or should i drop it?
i’m poppin’ sh*t, ’cause gettin’ your ass beat wasn’t an option
js don’t come out ’til next week, but i got ’em
every gun you got up in your fleet, i done shot ’em
ball game, n*gga, check the score, b*tch, we up fifty
i been important now, so it’s kind of hard to get in touch with me
scream still tryna stab that b*tch, i done f*cked sidney
went ot last month and made a buck*twenty
i want a lambo truck, but that wraith on my mind
i could drop it any day, i’m just waitin’ on the time
i get my sh*t early as f*ck, i ain’t waitin’ in no line
i’m comin’ to your mama crib if you play with one of mine
loyalty the key, sh*t, that’s all i know
five*gram slapwoods, that’s all i smoke
if you ain’t tryna spend no pape’, what you callin’ for?
b*tch, my lungs good as f*ck, inhale all the smoke
i gave you n*ggas time to get off, now it’s my turn
four*five hit him in his head, clip his sideburns
i just got to fl!ckin’ at the whip, he took an odd turn
shoot first, then ask questions later is what i learned

- rmc mike lyrics

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