Switch it Up (feat. G Herbo, No More Heroes)

Gold Haze on the track

JDFeng keep it swanging and banging

No More Heroes, man, ready for this new shit

Ayy

Just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch

Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot

1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots

Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin', knots

And I ain't had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top

Left two men down, we got 'em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock

Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps

We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get shit locked

My operation too amazing, I pose 'cause the feds watch

Buy firearms and narcotics, do first-degree boys and robberies

Had these rollin' Backwoods of them dead opps, I had to spark

Double cup filled up with Wocky, that medicine in my body

I signed a deal and went and bought a P, put the vacuum seals in my projects

You wanna order up a hunnid? Sixty bags of 'em was garbage

You know I'm slimy as it get, I got outta here off a noggin

And no I can never put up my fire', that's a never, not even probably

Since a youngin', been shit poppin', since Truey joggers and Robins

We backseat nigga for flodgin', leave his head like Dennis Rodman's

When I pop out Richard Mille, bet they say Shiesty the hardest (Shiesty the hardest)

Beside rap I was gettin' rich regardless

I got this shit forever tatted on me, king of of my apartments

Everybody keep on yappin' till them .62 get to sparkin'

Cut the block off, start the traffic

If the cops come through, this Drac' goin' park it

Blrrd, blrrd, big blrrd, blrrd, ayy, blrrd, blrrd

Just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch

Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot

1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots

Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin', knots

And I ain't had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top

Left two men down, we got 'em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock

Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps

We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get shit locked

My operation too amazing, I pose 'cause the feds watch

So I stay drippin' on the daily, I know them boy clockin' (Ayy, blrrd)

Got a .40 on me right now, I ain't never scared (Never scared, you know that)

I'll shoot this bitch up right now 'cause I never cared (Bah)

Gangster to the core with the war like a leather-head

Eyes hurt, they sore 'cause I seen some shit I never said

Thinking about my boy, don't sip Rémy, I just pour it

We got blow outs on the score, we couldn't catch 'em so his brother dead

Bring it to your door, spent a milli', ran up four

Big ol' hammer like I'm Thor 'cause my Cubans cost a hundred grand

Stupid, is you stupid? I got one up, I shoot it (Grrt)

I got bands on a man, rock designer like I loot it

Bloody hearts, I'm not cupid, seven cars, this my new whip (Skrrt)

Front line where I stood for your hood, you ain't do shit (Pussy, **** nigga)

Blrrd (Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)

(Blrrd, big blrrd, blrrd)