Switch it Up (feat. G Herbo & No More Heroes) - Pooh Shiesty

Folks trying to hit the V live boy There's too much of that Roll up on that shit there Ratchet shit shawty and em popping out the cut, fappin' shit Shawty know I'm tryna' brack it, her butt fat as shit Got a automatic under my jacket and I'm with it was happenin' I just popped a lil half a yerk so I'm feeling fantastic I'm like fuck it I'ma just go to work cause I been in the bank like Ashton I'll buy a lil bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston Hood bitch with me like a NASCAR driver she ain't been in no fast one And I'm smoking a v live she giving head while I'm drivin, I'ma fuck around crash it I'm like fuck it I wanna smash right now, I'ma take her to the mansion I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though even though they plastic In that new shit I can self park the whip, I'm feeling Jurassic And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist huh, look at the dash Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah I just fill it with cash Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash But it ain't really cause I'm faced with her lil basic ass Up it, up it, (ah) up it, nigga up it (Uh) Nigga fuck it I'ma count this bitch and up it (Uh) She gon' up it, up it Bitch up it Quick get to ducking Fuck it, bitch up it You ain't like yo neighbors, they lil racist ass You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past You hating on me cause I'm a young nigga and I chase the bag We ain't smoking but on nothing but exotic, you'll think we laced the bag I got my bitch a Chanel bag (uh), cost like twelve stacks Running track hoe (huh), fuck your hellcat And I'm a bad boy, I'm a bad influence Tell a nigga what he gon' do, make him fast forward And don't let no nigga hold you, keep that mag no Pro Tools Keep that bag Overheat that Mac And I'm a star, check my vv's You can't see these hoes from afar I mean you can beat these Don't care if you BD or if you GD We on that car Word to my ma, word to y'all Word to Allah, whoever your god Whatever nigga place him above this God Whatever a nigga make we gon' double it tomorrow Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it Nigga fuck it I'ma count this bitch and up it She gon' up it Bitch up it Quick get to duckin Fuck it, bitch up it (up it)

Ay, ay, run it up Nigga run it up Yeah, run it up Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up" Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up If my mama told me one thing, that's to run it up I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy Big G Herbo, you know I'm not with that rapping boy Don't do rap beats, keep my strap on cap, I'm clapping boy Know No Limits, Dream Team 150, we make lots of noise M16 totes, 50 shots, yeah we got lots of toys Soon as I ran up that check bitch I bought choppers and cocaine Soon as you ran up that check, you bought Givenchy and Balmain These lil niggas is silly They don't really hear me, they ain't tryna run up on mili I was broke than many, I ain't had a penny, they ask do I miss it, not really Now it's 200k when I come back from states, bout to link up with (?) and Philly I might dash out the 'Rari or might pull up passenger seat in that new Wraith with Bibby I'm not fucking around, had to get on my grizzy, and now I'm on top, evidently And No Limit I trust, for No Limit I bust, nobody fucking with us Told my niggas run it up Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up" Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up If my mama told me one thing, that's to run it up I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy Since before I ran it up I'm with the same niggas Mama told me, stay from out there with them gang members Foe nem posted, serving heights, smoking tote pipes, shooting dice Fucking hoes, hitting blocks, tryna pull on the ops, every day shit, it's the life I got day one niggas fresh out the prison, some of them niggas got life Niggas play with them pistols, they come to court snitching, I swear these fuck niggas ain't right And I don't fuck with police, I keep my shit on me cause I can't get left at the light See them lights and pull over, no go, I'ma smoke 'em cause they don't read niggas, they write Used to go sleep at night with like 4 sheets at night, we ain't had no heat at night Now I can see at night, go spend 10 Gs a night, spend 10k on (?) Used to sip on that drank, till no more I couldn't take, wake up and I pour least an 8 And I save me some cake but it don't really matter, I'm gon' run it up either way Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up" Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up If my mama told me one thing, that's to run it up I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy

Grrt, boom, boom Lil Tjay Oh, oh Uh Streets got 'em, ain't no saving them boys Grandma tryna pray to the Lord Raise hell if they take one of yours My lil' shorty gon' slide when he bored Lil' nigga off the porch tryna score Took a loss and that hurt to the core Don't matter how much drugs I did How much weed I hit, how much lean I pour I don't wanna cry no more (no, no, no) Uh, I don't wanna cry no more (no, no, no, no) Uh, I don't wanna cry no more (no, no, no) Uh, I don't wanna cry no more (no, no, no) Stood over bro on the floor dying Thinking homicide, wasn't no crying Hop out, glizzies, .40s, and four-fives Looking for the killers, ain't no time 'Member we was drilling, oh, what a feeling We ain't give a fuck about no time That was before time, run on the opp, now it's your time Clips is еxtended for showtime Wokе up, hit bro line Back out in traffic before nine We load it up, went on both sides It's different phases, I did it perfect, amazing Been on them bitches with no minds I saw 'em bail out, headshot four times Baby mama fell on the floor crying Went on a hit, had to look before firing 'Cause my auntie, she shot with they dope line Lost too many niggas, when they died, I ain't even cry I ain't even feel it, I can't even lie Staying in my city, I might end up a homicide Two gun cases 'cause I'm traumatized Plus the police wanna kill a nigga, I wonder why Bulletproof lack when I'm coming by Ain't no saving them boys, I'ma still be the one to try Hopefully, ain't gotta kill one of mine Streets got 'em, ain't no saving them boys Grandma tryna pray to the Lord Raise hell if they take one of yours My lil' shorty gon' slide when he bored Lil' nigga off the porch tryna score Took a loss and that hurt to the core Don't matter how much drugs I did How much weed I hit, how much lean I pour I don't wanna cry no more (no, no, no) Uh, uh, I don't wanna cry no more (no, no, no) Uh, I don't wanna cry no more (no, no, no) Uh, I don't wanna cry no more (no, no) If he talking out his mouth, break his jaw Mind fucked, for the fallen, I'ma pour Pain runnin' through my body, can't ignore Cold world got my heart so sore I ain't tryna feel pain no more Can't change, I'ma bang that four What you tryna live the gang life for? Don't cap if the lane not yours I was a young nigga, misled every day, used to stay in the streets, huh Hustling, I couldn't miss bread, run that bag every day of the week, huh Nigga try me and get hit dead, all of my young niggas playing for keeps, huh So you better off focusing instead, better not go that way, it get deep, huh I'm smoking dummy, it's busting, this shit to the point that a nigga can't feel nothing New opposition, I'm rushing, I told all my shooters like hawk and go kill something I lost a couple of soldiers, I keep going over so now I don't feel nothing Crying, I'm letting that steel drum We gon' spin through the opps and they still run Streets got 'em, ain't no saving them boys Grandma tryna pray to the Lord Raise hell if they take one of yours My lil' shorty gon' slide when he bored Lil' nigga off the porch tryna score Took a loss and that hurt to the core Don't matter how much drugs I did How much weed I hit, how much lean I pour I don't wanna cry no more (no, no, no) Uh, uh, I don't wanna cry no more (no, no, no) Uh, I don't wanna cry no more (no, no, no) Uh, uh, I don't wanna cry no more (no, no)

Brrt Hmm, guard up Wanna keep, don't start up Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit I just crossed another nigga over, tell 'em, "Guard up" Double tap the button up on the key, the car gon' start up I lost some members at a early age, it left me scarred up Chopper gang, the bands and sticks and drums when we march up I just crossed another nigga over, tell 'em, "Guard up" Double tap the button up on the key, the car gon' start up I lost some members at a early agе, it left me scarred up Chopper gang, the bands and sticks and drums when we march up Keep clutchin' my fire stick We check a nigga challenge, yeah (let's go) You won't see me leave outside the house without my hammer (no) And my lil' niggas bangin' Shiesty gang in Alabama (brrt, brrt) Ayy, these lemon squeeze'll bust his cherry Clip hold a banana (brrt, brrt, brrt) Shit got stiff, can't wait to pull up on the block, ridin' Phantom I know I'm slidin' like a sled in the snow but I ain't Santa (no) My hoe know her head fire She get to showin' off for the camera (yeah, she gon' show off) Beat it bad like Michael Jackson, ayy, this my Dirty Diana Ayy, how you let a snake up in the grass, nigga, up in the house? Soon as we get them bowls in, T the P gon' take 'em out Got Key and Glock up on me right now 'cause I chose the Paper Route You niggas better use a GPS and take the safer route, brrt I just crossed another nigga over, tell 'em, "Guard up" Double tap the button up on the key, the car gon' start up I lost some members at a early age, it left me scarred up Chopper gang, the bands and sticks and drums when we march up I just crossed another nigga over, tell 'em, "Guard up" Double tap the button up on the key, the car gon' start up I lost some members at a early age, it left me scarred up Chopper gang, the bands and sticks and drums when we march up We with it today (we slime) We with it today (we slime) It's just me and baby, Shiesty (yeah) And we two deep in a Wraith (yeah, yeah, yeah) We with it today (we slime) We with it today (we slime) It's just me and baby, Shiesty And we two deep in a Wraith (yeah, yeah, yeah) See, this Draco came with side effects, I tote a baby K Who want smoke with me? I pull up any time at any day This is not a .223, this chopper here shoot through your head Get that work out like a fitness room, you know we movin' weight Been feelin' like my birthday every day, wake up and get the cake Ayy, I was smokin' out the P, weighin' up ounces, smokin' shade No, I can never let a nigga slide, I can't let 'em speak Shots fired, he on Fox live, bullet to his face, brrt I just crossed another nigga over, tell 'em, "Guard up" Double tap the button up on the key, the car gon' start up I lost some members at a early age, it left me scarred up Chopper gang, the bands and sticks and drums when we march up I just crossed another nigga over, tell 'em, "Guard up" Double tap the button up on the key, the car gon' start up I lost some members at a early age, it left me scarred up Chopper gang, the bands and sticks and drums when we march up Brrt, brrt, big brrt Brrt, brrt Brrt

This shit gonna get crazy Ayy, man, this shit finna get crazy, man Blow ya out, blow ya out (TP, baby) Took your chain to get repo'd Jack your ass like I'm Steve-O Switchin' lanes in a cheat code Lil' nigga, stick to the G-code And everybody know I'm slimy, so they try to play it close Certified sniper watchin' me, so practice your approach It's seven 'bows in this straight-eight And bitch, I'm hotter than May 8 Pooh Shiesty Day November 8 I'm a savage, stick to my cake Just met the plug on a rio I might pop out with K Carbon, I'm like Stitch and she Leo When them bullets knock you down, ain't gon' stop, I'm gon' get close Don't get caught at the Citgo Pass that Glock, that assist, though I put Drac' in a trench coat He got snaked for a Gen4 Where he at? Get his kinfolks Draco wet him, get him soaked for a little nine at the most Found out my day one done got laced I couldn't eat shit for 'bout two days Didn't sleep three nights behind Trey Day 'Cause I told him to wait for me Rico called me five times, I still call him back to this day And you won't never throw a rock and turn the other way The judge know my niggas comin' home and she lowered their bond Couple might gon' slip away, but it's how far you let 'em run I'm a threat up in these streets, I been on both sides of they gun These niggas talk about me every day, but see me, don't do nothin' Nine Glocks in a briefcase, we got that shit on the PJ I went up ten with Lil DJ, 11 racks in the V8 Smooth dude, when I was still in school I fucked on the TA (I had to get them grades) And I'll still pull a robbery, I'm too stuck in my ways, damn Shit, fuck Brrrt Brrrt Brrrt, brrrt, brrrt Hey, ayy 50 shots out a J-double-E-P, that's for Tee Da P Got a problem 'cause my nigga took somethin', come get it from me Livin' by extortion, in this dirty game, we play for keeps I got people out in Cali waitin' on damn fool to release I just missed a call from LB, I know it's 'bout some P's I be wantin' to take them trips, but shit be happenin' when I leave I can't end up on no tee, all these folks dependin' on me So before I let myself go, I'ma let go 33 This shit for real, nigga (yeah) You can't come around me without no kill, nigga (no, you can't, never) Never signed no paperwork or signed no deal, nigga (Never wrote a statement, nigga) This shit for real, nigga (brrrt) Yeah, nigga Ayy, and free Lil 100K, let him on the hill, nigga And you know I'm on the pill, nigga