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Switch To Work
by StrapGang AB
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Aye put that switch to work, every nigga I'm around be done put in work
The type to shoot a vid, go on a drill and not even switch my shirt
Before you come outside, boy you gon' die, you better get a shirt
Y'all be cappin' on them beats, when you ain't sliding, y'all need to live it first
Boy we J-O-G, we catch you at your J-O-B, you missin' work
If you got a striker and you tryna slide, make sure it's tinted first
Hold on, let me switch this bitch up
A your man's dead on the ground, go and pick that nigga up
If you not gang or a bitch, then you can't get in with us
If you ain't certified, no you can't get in, it's only gang in here
Bro, your man's died 12 months ago, this shit done made a year
Niggas hidin' all the smoke, put it in the air, little boy just make it clear
Getting my dick sucked while in traffic, smokin' a wood, boy I can't even steer
Aint a ARP, this 300 black out, so I can't even hear
And we gon' spin fasho, fuck all of that talking , it's time to send a lo
Etwo out his body tryna' hit some, he tryna get you gone
Y'all know we spint for bro, I ain't scared, bitch you know I'm trained to go
This switchy blow, you better duck your taco, try to hit the floor
Got these bald heads chillin' in my Glock, tryna hit your fro
Oh y'all think last fall was hell? Oh, alright just watched how this one go
Now that the feds know, that I be on tips, they tryna watch me
Bro be movin' work, he got up on the bench and told me spot him
Boy fuck a taurus, ridin' with a G5, this a Glocky
I was trippin' out in traffic, shot out the window, the opp behind me
I'm tryna catch me one, I don't need no percs to catch a body
Fire that wood up, your man's beat my ass because I boxed him
Hell no, this ain't no boxing, I ain't gon' fight you, I ain't Rocky
Click clack, rack that bitch back and hit you in your body
I'm outside, you say you lookin', come and find me
I ain't beefing with no rat boy, you Tekashi
Aye put that switch to work, every nigga I'm around be done put in work
The type to shoot a vid, go on a drill and not even switch my shirt
Before you come outside, boy you gon' die, you better get a shirt
Y'all be cappin' on them beats, when you ain't sliding, y'all need to live it first
Boy we J-O-G, we catch you at your J-O-B, you missin' work
If you got a striker and you tryna slide, make sure it's tinted first
Hold on, let me switch this bitch up
A your man's dead on the ground, go and pick that nigga up
If you not gang or a bitch, then you can't get in with us
If you ain't certified, no you can't get in, it's only gang in here
Bro, your man's died 12 months ago, this shit done made a year
Niggas hidin' all the smoke, put it in the air, little boy just make it clear
Getting my dick sucked while in traffic, smokin' a wood, boy I can't even steer
Aint a ARP, this 300 black out, so I can't even hear
And we gon' spin fasho, fuck all of that talking , it's time to send a lo
Etwo out his body tryna' hit some, he tryna get you gone
Y'all know we spint for bro, I ain't scared, bitch you know I'm trained to go
This switchy blow, you better duck your taco, try to hit the floor
Got these bald heads chillin' in my Glock, tryna hit your fro
Oh y'all think last fall was hell? Oh, alright just watched how this one go
Now that the feds know, that I be on tips, they tryna watch me
Bro be movin' work, he got up on the bench and told me spot him
Boy fuck a taurus, ridin' with a G5, this a Glocky
I was trippin' out in traffic, shot out the window, the opp behind me
I'm tryna catch me one, I don't need no percs to catch a body
Fire that wood up, your man's beat my ass because I boxed him
Hell no, this ain't no boxing, I ain't gon' fight you, I ain't Rocky
Click clack, rack that bitch back and hit you in your body
I'm outside, you say you lookin', come and find me
I ain't beefing with no rat boy, you Tekashi
