Young Tre - Hittin Switches lyrics

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Young Tre - Hittin Switches lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm hittin switches all day Hit the block set it off like gary gray I smoke weed gold-d's on the cherry tray Pockets full pitbulls drinking perier (haha, yeah) 13 inches of pure joy When I'm on the switch I'm like a kid with a new toy Rollin on 3, with 2 red bones on E We caravanning to the beach n***as dippin these streets I'm good on the switch never missing a beat 4 switches all I need and I love this sh** Drop the a** on the b**h and scrape the bumper kit Well just pull up to my bumber baby Who want some of this hot a** tray I would gas hop, but no need to stomp her 3 licks I'm gonna bump her [Hook] Just throw your mother f**ing hands in the air Represent your hood like you just don't care Set up shop never close and get riches And never stop rolling foes and hittin switches Throw your mother f**ing hands in the air Represent your hood like you just don't care Set up shop never close and get riches And never stop rolling foes and hittin switches [Verse 2] I puts it down west pound riding it's hot top chop 6 ace Like a wild bull as a pump chump me around Feeling like my back is on the sign of bubbles Has the ba** up sound I hit the corner on 3 wheels Rag cop keep popping like wheat pills You know I floss down the shore cos I love LA Back to the hood down vanessa let the bumper scrape yeah Low-rid-ers on hundreds spoke Danas Low-rid-ers for all the who bangers Bounce, rock, swerve, and skate Hit the switch up and down from back to pancake Bounce, rock, swerve, and skate Hit the switch up and down [Hook] [Verse 3] Baby come fly with me, get high with me Let me show you how a riders suppose to be Trunk tight, ready to take flight Up and down the shore all night n***a when the trunk up You see gates and pumps Rag ace rap, metal flakes with humps Stay on point like stiletto Square dumping beat pumping through the ghetto Cla**ic chevrolet with the top off in my dumps It's more square than the Zenith knockoff It's who banger for life And none other than westside ride and gangsters straight thug When it's time to clown hit the set when the sun falls down SPG's having platinum d's as we bounce, rock, skate, players motivate In the icy candy paint [Hook until fade]