SwitchStreet lyrics

[Intro: Lil Dre6o]
YCOE, YCOE

[Verse 1: Lil Dre6o]
These n*ggas ain't gettin' pape' (Uh)
I told my bro down the road just to call my phone just to see if he straight (Huh)
Know he been dead for a year and they still ain't found him, he dead in a lake (You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
All of my opps be hoes, they get on the 'Gram and they troll, don't make nothin' shake
Okay, cool, she wanna trip, then I tell her, "Be smooth"
Tell her, "Sit back, man, you know what I do"
She sayin' it's wet, but I'm tryna see for myself, I'm jumpin' in straight like a pool
I'm testin' it out
My young n*ggas trippin', they makin' it hot
Ain't no in between, you with me or not?
Know we pushin' up on him to see what hе 'bout

[Verse 2: L5]
Push up on him, tryna see what lil' bro said, huh (Doon-doon-doon)
n*gga, we don't give no f*cks, slide on your block, switch lеave 'em red, yeah (Blaow)
Say, lil' DG, what we slidin' in? Trackhawk kit, we blew the mind (Skrrt)
Yeah, I just touched down, but throw me a dub and I'll go blow his mind (On 5, n*gga, yeah)
That n*gga gon' crash out just like Peyt' (Yeah)
f*ck n*gga miss his brother, go watch that news, he in that lake (Go watch it)
And I ain't no rapper, I caught head from a rap n*gga ho, now he wanna hate (What?)
And, b*tch, I'm a smacker, I catch a f*ck n*gga down bad speakin' on Hot, get spanked (Huh)
f*ckboy crackin' fours, gon' crack his dome and get that f*ckboy gone (Yeah)
I can't say too much up on this song, but we got, mhm, gone
Burn me a f*ck n*gga just like a CD, huh, these f*ck n*ggas wanna be me
Give it to you, f*ck around, be on TV (What?)
Try 43va, we got Glocks on Switch Street (L5, lil' b*tch)
[Verse 3: Lil Dre6o]
Say, Luh Lon, these n*ggas actin' gangster, but never stepped on nothin'
Gen3 Glock, just add a button, I'm known for makin' f*ckboys run
This n*gga so worried 'bout YC, but don't even take care of his son
Tell them hoes stay out my brother business, won't play about Lil Mon
Tryna smoke a 4Way member
I see Q and Quan tryna clique up, all them dirty Y5 n*ggas
EYC, lil' bro, he bangin' five, he know I'm right here with him
Tell 'em free P5, tryna crop a n*gga right out the picture
The f*ck is Baby Kia? We ride around in Scat with stolen pistols