BeezyB - Switch On The Glock lyrics

[Intro: Slimesito] You know I got a hundred guns on me right now ni**a Blat, blat You know I'm in the spot with it man Gangway ni**a Fifty (Casok) Yeah ClayCo ni**a Sito, Sito, Sito [Verse 1: Slimesito] Yeah, streets fake so I'm keeping my distance Got a switch on the Glock, you know it be spitting Had to show that ni**a cause' he didn't wanna' listen Chome Heart on me, I feel like I'm Christian Just popped a ni**a, I turned his ass to a mission Country shooter, yeah that boy came from Memphis Can't trust these ni**as cause' these ni**as be snitching Dissing on me til' a ni**a start tripping Crip shooter with me but he still dripping Pounds in the spot, you know they stay flipping Sipping drink like I got a prescription (Rich slime, fifty) Gotta' watch these ni**as cause' they acting suspicious Fire on mе, man you know I stay with it Pound flipping and I'm trapping consistent 12 on me but you know I'm resistant Hе talking about some smoke, I bet he gon' get it [Verse 2: BeezyB] He talking about some smoke you know he gon' get it I'm shooting these ni**as and the picture vivid I took that ni**a off, I know that he livid I'm trapping hard and my bank look terrific Gasbags and we still trapping midget I just got a lawyer so my case acquitted We do this sh*t daily, we don't do rehearsals That stick spitting hard like it's doing verbal I just cashed out, I bought my b*tch a Serval 12 be hating but it's just a hurdle That ni**a got shot, shot him in his girdle These ni**as be rats and they look like gerbils b*tch ass ni**as can't be in my circle We in beach houses when we be in Myrtle I cut that hoe off cause' that hoe is a burden I got a young shooter and that ni**a German Sipping on pints, I don't do nu Bourban These ni**as ain't gon' bust cause' they ass a virgin [Verse 3: Slimesito] Ten Mac shooters and them folks be lurking Outside with the chopper like I'm purging Police ass ni**a, boy I know you working Quickdraw now I be shooting like Irving Broke as fu*k ni**a, boy I know you hurting Got two Glocks on me cause' them folks be watching My shooter southpaw but I ain't talking boxing My whole gang fiftied up, you know we rocking Blood diamonds on me, yeah they fighting like Rocky I'm real mob-tied so I ain't moving sloppy Your b*tch in the trap cooking like Hibachi Popping Perc' tens but we serving Oxy Glock .45 on me, you can't stop it Bulletproof vest on me, you can't pop it Walk down shooting like some paparazzi Just spent twenty thousand up in Woffy I'm fifty gang certified, I feel like Gotti All them teardrops but you ain't got no body Like Pewee ni**a, trapping out that lobby