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letra de switch it up - youngbagchasers

[verse 1: hopoutbl!ck]
you wonder how it feels to go through a lot but put a smile on your face
and when tino died, a n-gga had got shot the same day
they had jallon on his back, we did b dix the same way
we erase one, we gettin back, like that’s just how the game play
i keep [?] with me, cause he ball how they ain’t play
and i smoke s-k-i, just read what the name say
bah, bah, bah, like that’s really what the flame say
she keep sayin come home, like chill, i’m with the gang bae

[bridge: ybcdul]
n-gga, it’s mr disrespectful
and ion give a f-ck who you is, n-gga, i will disrespеct you
i really don’t give a f-ck who you is
it’s disrespеctful

[verse 2: ybcdul]
you ever hopped on a plane with that sh-t inside your luggage?
did drills in broad day, couple times, that sh-t ain’t nuttin
how the f-ck they get away? had like ten n-ggas runnin
tapped the b-tton, then it grabbed him like a grapple gun or suttin
slide or provide, that sh-t’ll make the guys happy
bro want a b, he keep catchin all these clappies
i’m out on bail, da keep tryn harass me
don’t touch my shirt b-tch, this a different fabric
why he keep on dissin like his gang ain’t all in caskets?
[verse 3: hopoutbl!ck & ybcdul]
he tried run, i flipped the b-tton, then i tapped it
we aimed the yop at his back, then it grabbed it
broski told me stay in la and just stack it
bl!ck started f-ckin with the p’s, now i’m trappin
you want the load, i’ll send it through through a package
you gotta double seal the pounds before you vac it
these exotic bowls, they ain’t low, so i’m taxin
and he was chillin on his couch, them switchy bullets just tagged him
and them torchers knwn for hoppin out with dracs and start clappin
so don’t get caught up on that side, lil n-gga don’t you be laggin
and n-gga, i can talk how i want cause i’m active

[bridge: hopoutbl!ck & ybcdul]
bet n-gga, i can talk how i want cause i’m active
it’s mr disrespectful
they know i really diss the dead, yeah that’s my f-ckin special
and ion give a f-ck who you is
give a f-ck who you is, i will disrespect you

[verse 4: hopoutbl!ck & ybcdul]
n-gga we put belt to ass, we hop out spankin sh-t
and don’t you ask me bout no gunna, that’s a brainless b-tch
and ion know who was in that car, just don’t stop flame the whip
and i smoke michelangelo, cause we be paintin sh-t
you wan go on abc or fox 29?
ten milli hit snipe then k3 all at the same time
ski complete every mission, feel like he james bond
ski bout gotta come out of retirement, that n-gga [?]
and we gon k!ll like ten of yours if you take one of mine
just ask the opps, don’t stop at lights or none of them stop signs
and bro gon hop out with that yop, this ain’t no glock 9
762 sh-lls from the drac, probably still on the 9
and if you want a n-gga torched, just call the hotline
and my n-ggas safe with me, cause i’mma pop mine
and we just bend wsm and made the block out
why your gun always cold? that sh-t is not hot
ion know why this n-gga troll, bro, he is not a opp
and you ain’t never spin a block and dump a lot of shots
you know them torchers cookin sh-t, we hit a lot of tops
i smoke way too many dead n-ggas, we cooked a lot of opps

- youngbagchasers

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