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Can't Swith
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Can't Swith was released on February 12, 2019 by Mozzy Records as a part of the album Num
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AlbumNum
Release DateFebruary 12, 2019
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

Lyrics

If he ridin' out then I'm slidin' on the same shit
If he die then I'm riskin' mine for the same shit
Look a man in his eyes, tell that he straight bitch
Sit it down, never fold bitch, you can't snitch
Real ****, pure in my blood, I could never switch
Been a beach baby since birth, I'm a misfit
They say life too short for the gangsters
I was raised by a few, just wanna tell 'em I'm grateful
For all the game that they laced me with when I wasn't able
Now I'm buyin' up shit, attract the rats for the table
Too many plugs, so I had to cop me more cables
**** hatin', wonder why, I bet that life ain't stable
You think grindin' with it hard, bitch that iron don't make you
Got **** on the yard, hope that time don't break you
See signs while I'm ridin', devil want me to make move
My motherfuckin' brother, I can never betray you
If he divin' in the beef then I'm lettin' it shake too
Got hit a couple times and bounced back like a gangster
Other **** got dropped for that lil mistake shit
Hoes workin' both sides, keep my distance from strangers
We don't do that bitch, homie, not a part of my nature
**** actin' like they will but be pump fakin'
Tryna touch a hunnid million, fuck bein' famous
It's real **** in the building, these rappers be fakin'
Show you **** what it's like when it's time we swing 'em
Miss me with the Hollywood, I'm from the turf we bangin'
Put it in the pot, straight drop the track, go brazy
Knock the bitch, sit her down, my program go brazy
30 Band, 40 band, 50 bands, ain't nothin'
Got my money up, **** lookin' like we don't take
Pull up, look me in my eyes, them ass shots didn't fade shit
Your shooters keep shootin' but your squad ain't made shit
I bet if you sent the internet you ain't made shit
Think them cells make you hard, we know you straight bitch
Next **** get hit, it's gon' be all fake shit
Feels good to survive all the shit I faced it
Still in the hood but the world think we made it
I'll pull up in your hood to the neck, no gang with 'em
Don't ask about the shooters, already know who I came with
**** fear when we near, it's a lot of gangbangers
Free my brother D, they say addin' more to his sentence
He in love with the shit, that's somethin' he missin'
We been thuggin' for some years, that's my day one ****
Every time I think about my squad I get sicker
In this concrete jungle surrounded by killers
Made my mind as a youngin', wanted to be a dealer
If he ridin' then I'm slidin' out on the same shit
If he die then I'm riskin' mine for the same shit
You can look a man in his eyes, tell that he straight bitch
Sit it down, never fold bitch, you can't snitch
Real ****, never fold
Never fold, never switch
Beach baby, misfit
Know what the fuck that shit is ****
Yeah, Hell Gang motherfuckin' Mozgy ****
Easy motherfuckin' money ****
Layup shit ****
All day shit ****, uh
Big bank take lil bank ****
Run it up
That's all I gotta say to this ****
You know I really don't be doin' outros
But keep all that shit though, man
Fuck haters
Written by: Krishon O'brien Gaines, Markeyvius Cathey
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