Listen to Flippin Switches (feat. A.C Trace & Kamar P) by Merc

Flippin Switches (feat. A.C Trace & Kamar P)

Merc

Hip-Hop/Rap

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
José Mercado
José Mercado
Songwriter
Daniel Odias
Daniel Odias
Songwriter
Kemar Pryce
Kemar Pryce
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hardknock
Hardknock
Producer

Lyrics

You know I'm flipping switches All these lil niggas out here penny pinching And I got plenty bitches I don't fuck with roll arounds they mini bitches Yo bitch she skinny dipping Back there in the pool, my niggas loading switches She ask me what the deal is Bitch don't worry bout it, let me deal wit it And I don't fuck with roll arounds these niggas pollin now I got a lil glocky on my hip and it's gonna blow them down With .556 I'm loading up my clip that's what I'm toting now I up that bitch and stick it out the window when I'm rolling 'round (yuh ayy) Running round the city with my drop top down I got bands in the safe, i need head right now Gone, i already had killed him make that nigga sing along to my song And you know we smokin strong Pressin good weed i was trippin off the truffle And my nigga KP yeah he got it off the muscle I can't be without my .9, know my mac plain and simple Know these niggas finna run when I'm letting off this missle Class in session, posted with a .45 like demons Jordan ain't got nothing on the kid, we just too rich Sippin purple lemon lime I'm boolin in the keys Applying pressure in LA, we let a op know we lettin em breath And I don't fuck with roll arounds these niggas pollin now I got a lil glocky on my hip and it's gonna blow them down With .556 I'm loading up my clip that's what I'm toting now I up that bitch and stick it out the window when I'm rolling 'round Okay like once again he must have lost his mind Irl gulag we kill 'em five times ayy Know a nigga homeless so we spin and drop a dime Drums look like double o's, Ak's with me nigga try it When I'm put this shit together know this smoke one of a kind See El Saka got some shocking news i bet it blow your mind Red dot, better stop, better take it as a sign Aint nobody doin time, Palm beach county police suck at solving crime bitch I'm in the booth pussy nigga this shit homemade (This shit homemade) She smokin crack if she mistake me for a soulmate (For a what?) He fresh to death i knock his cap off like Colgate He so late, i been a gremlin since like '08 (Niggas hoes) I mix the Nike tech with joggers and some douce (These niggas hoes) These niggas clickin up like hoes, niggas so gay (These niggas bitches) That Kobe bar was crazy, blow this bitch like propane (Ayy my bad) I got yo bitch on camera man this hoe got no shame (Bitch) And I don't fuck with roll arounds these niggas pollin now I got a lil glocky on my hip and it's gonan blow them down With .556 I'm loading up my clip that's what I'm toting now I up that bitch and stick it out the window when I'm rolling 'round
Writer(s): Daniel Odias Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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