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DTG on Tha Track
Performer
Smokey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Switch
Composer
DTG on Tha Track
Composer
Smokey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DTG on Tha Track
Producer
Smokey
Producer
Jrocs
Mixing Engineer
DTG
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tryna make a shoulder fling
Yo, try violate Switch, then we let this four-five calibre sing
Trust me, right inna my man's skin
And I don't wanna hear from ****
I soaked up **** when I rose my ying
My ying try violate him
If I lean out the ride, I'll press this ting
[Verse 2]
Yo, I done did enough mileage
I done been to the opp block ****
And opp block ****
But the opps all hiding
Truss me, none of these guys on riding
And if I catch me ****, I'll knife him
Put him in a Riz' backstrap, then light him
If the beef is raw, let's fry
Tell **** ay stop all the typing
[Verse 3]
I bucked **** and I rocked his jaw
I guess that one there stung like Carmex
I'm tryna get **** in my zoot
Roll that up like I'm rolling carpets
He got hit in his bank like Starling
Now **** can't get to the tarkin
Can't end it, I just started
Zt.switch I'm the fucking hardest
[Verse 4]
Reverse the whip, one hand in the coupe
Jump out the AMG coupe
Switcha, might switch up that yute
I'll dip up, tryna rip up his Goose
I mean it for real
Switcha take a man's attitude
I boxed up **** when I rose my dukes
Now dukie can't really chew his food
[Verse 5]
Tryna make a shoulder fling
Yo, try violate Switch, then we let this four-five calibre sing
Trust me, right inna my man's skin
And I don't wanna hear from ****
I soaked up **** when I rose my ying
My ying try violate him
If I lean out the ride, I'll press this ting
[Verse 6]
Bad B garn clap them cheeks
Any day of the week
She garn buss it for the boy ZT
Can't wife no hoe
I give that one to the fucking streets
As a matter of fact
I need bad Bs and a buss-down glee
[Verse 7]
Pick ya shoulda up, drop back, then lean
Yo, that's how you fling dat shoulder
We got waps with unlimited sweets
But I rather grip this poker
If he's talking hot
Tell TR bun him up like toaster
I rass **** in the morning
But I rass **** when I sit on the sofa
[Verse 8]
You didn't get that one
I smoke **** when I kick my feet up
I bucked **** and the boy got beat up
Why you think that rude boy cuts when he see us?
Go opp block, it's a 9-to-5
Yo, I'm a opp block cleaner
Sweeper, creeper
Any opp boy get smoke like shisha
[Verse 9]
Tryna make a shoulder fling
Yo, try violate Switch, then we let this four-five calibre sing
Trust me, right inna my man's skin
And I don't wanna hear from ****
I soaked up **** when I rose my ying
My ying try violate him
If I lean out the ride, I'll press this ting
[Verse 10]
Tryna make a shoulder fling
Yo, try violate Switch, then we let this four-five calibre sing
Trust me, right inna my man's skin
And I don't wanna hear from ****
I soaked up **** when I rose my ying
My ying try violate him
If I lean out the ride, I'll press this ting
Written by: DTG on Tha Track, Smokey, Switch