AIN'T SWITCHIN

Gang, like, swear these lil niggas actors Tryna be something they not This shit ain't a bottle when you hear that pop One shark, four deep on they block And I know for a fact brodie gon up the knock Nigga walk with a limp when he clutching that Glock Might take off a limb with this chop My lil nigga a demon won't tell him to stop You know gang be itchin, 1 call and we all on that mission And the shit that they rappin you know it's all fiction, but me and the guys all live it They ain't down spin again something like a fidget Spin in a benz make a opp turn Christian Send him up scratch him off the list then BSG you know that I ain't switchin Pops told me "let a nigga try you, you kill 'em" Catch a body after that I'm peelin Niggas stay on my dick, all up in my mentions Bro said I'm a target you don't know that feelin F*ck it should've seen how boy picked up his pace Big Broome put a- in his place (Die L'z, Die L'z) Bitch all up in my pants tryna give it a taste Lil bitch she a bop, slapped it on ha face Got to them bands they said I'm movin fake? You a bitch get the f*ck out my face And the shit that bro toting no it's not a mace Not for nothin he clutchin ready for that case We spin in a x5, leavin no trace Play the opps in the function we f*ck up the place F*ck that, we knock the food out his plate Duck that, now that boy limpin for days Like, he got hit know he lazy Said he die Broome lil boy is you crazy? Hang 'em up like I'm workin at macys Bro just popped a shark kick they ass if they chasing And this lil bitch a eater steady tryna chase me Heard that she tryna work it like you cannot play me Jumped ina streets I'm askin God to save me Till then, bitch I'm up in that feild How you with it but ran when this shit got real? If we miss when we bend, nigga better not squeal Bend back twelve times tryna blow this steal Hop out, my Sweeper he ready to kill Big gun tryna score on niggas like oneal Pop him like a pill, or we crackin his seal BSG SWEEPGANG niggas know the deal Swear these lil niggas actors Tryna be something they not This shit ain't a bottle when you hear that pop One shark, four deep on they block And I know for a fact brodie gon up the knock Nigga walk with a limp when he clutching that Glock Might take off a limb with this chop My lil nigga a demon won't tell him to stop You know gang be itchin, one call and we all on that mission And the shit that they rappin you know it's all fiction, But me and the guys all live it They ain't down spin again something like a fidget Spin in a benz make a opp turn Christian Send him up scratch him off the list then BSG you know that I ain't switchin