Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Switch it Up, artist - Pooh Shiesty. Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Switch it Up |
| Gold Haze on the track |
| JDFeng keep it swanging and banging |
| No More Heroes, man, ready for this new shit |
| Ayy |
| Just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch |
| Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot |
| 1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots |
| Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin', knots |
| And I ain’t had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top |
| Left two men down, we got 'em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock |
| Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps |
| We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get shit locked |
| Buy firearms and narcotics, do first-degree boys and robberies |
| Had these rollin' Backwoods of them dead opps, I had to spark |
| Double cup filled up with Wocky, that medicine in my body |
| I signed a deal and went and bought a P, put the vacuum seals in my projects |
| You wanna order up a hunnid? |
| Sixty bags of 'em was garbage |
| You know I’m slimy as it get, I got outta here off a noggin |
| And no I can never put up my fire', that’s a never, not even probably |
| Since a youngin', been shit poppin', since Truey joggers and Robins |
| We backseat nigga for flodgin', leave his head like Dennis Rodman’s |
| When I pop out Richard Mille, bet they say Shiesty the hardest |
| Beside rap I was gettin' rich regardless |
| Everybody keep on yappin' till them .62 get to sparkin' |
| Just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch |
| Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot |
| 1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots |
| Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin', knots |
| And I ain’t had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top |
| Left two men down, we got 'em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock |
| Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps |
| We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get shit locked |
| Got a .40 on me right now, I ain’t never scared (Never scared, know that) |
| I’ll shoot this bitch up right now 'cause I never cared (Bah) |
| Gangster to the core with the war like a leather-head |
| Eyes hurt, they sore 'cause I seen some shit I never said |
| Thinking about my boy, don’t sip Rémy, I just pour it |
| We got blow outs on the score, we couldn’t catch 'em so his brother dead |
| Bring it to your door, spent a milli', ran up four |
| Big ol' hammer like I’m Thor 'cause my Cubans cost a hundred grand |
| Stupid, is you stupid? |
| I got one up, I shoot it (Grrt) |
| I got bands on a man, rock designer like I loot it |
| Bloody hearts, I’m not cupid, seven cars, this my new whip (Skrt) |
| Front line where I stood for your hood, you ain’t do shit |
| Just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch |
| Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot |
| 1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots |
| Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin' knots |
| And I ain’t had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top |
| Left two men down, we got 'em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock |
| Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps |
| We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get shit locked |
| Blrrd (Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd) |
| (Blrrd, big blrrd, blrrd) |