THREE SWITCHES

[Intro]
Sheesh
(If you love the money, then...)
Yeah
Three switches

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Who let the dogs out?
Who let the frauds out?
You know what happens when you curse Gods in Allah's house?
The white chalk outline, glistenin'
Flows so cold on the east
They press play, start shiverin'
Was C-walking with Doe Burger in Timberlands
Spirit menacin', ill minded
I still find it ironic I gotta light it up
Like Usher Raymond, and let it burn like LA did
The Dark Knight, Plane Jane hits
The crew ain't getting touched for no reason
Plus the sink money more attaining than getting famous
My bitches ain't listening to you boys
My bitches got switches, that's they toys
That make 'em cum fast, I'm drowning out all the noise
Look at the deadly weaponry that era just deployed
And the baddest take 'em out like Chess moves on the board/ I'ma
Born sinner, board of director
Trust me, if I think you're in my weight class
I'ma address ya, until then, it's God bless ya
[Chorus]
You must be dumb
This ain't no 20 v 1, nigga
What's a King to God? He a son, nigga
We making noise in the city that you from, nigga
You don't exist if you pull up where we from, nigga
You must be dumb
This ain't no 20 v 1, nigga
What's a King to God? He a son, nigga
We making noise in the city that you from, nigga
You don't exist if you pull up where we from, uh

[Verse 2]
I Harlem Shake on your man's grave
Skating on records like I'm at Cascade
Blast straight through your whole catalogue
Use your project like a ashtray
Beast Coast set up like the mafia
Active or not, we still droppin' ya
We don't need a cause to start popping up
Blogs watching us coast through with their binoculars
The image too clean, don't need the feds to start stopping us
Your baby mother had to be on tour, right on top of us
Top bunk and top billin'
Tell Top use the whole budget for all children
I'm only firm with Q and Soul
The black hippies, bet that don't change
Like Curtis or 50 heard a couple rumors
Ya, I got crack like Bob and Whitney
Greenville, got to rep for ducking fades
Anyways, I'ma turn your honey to honey glaze
Tailor made, even Rachel know my name
Bruce Payne feel so good to rep my hood like Murda Ma$e

[Verse 3]
Only difference is
I run the town like Jigga did
Or Flatbush Zombies ever since we was little kids
Get 'em, boy
Dessy, get 'em, boy
Get 'em, boy
I take wolves and little pigs
Capricorn gold
I can sacrifice ya life for some ice if I chose to
They punching Pros?
Better punch air, then punch Pro Tools
You niggas old news, 200 bands for the catalog
And I ain't even drop the LP this like a monologue
Me and Jo-Vaughan sending Ray Vaughn to synagogues
What you think? I been in charge
Put it on the card, I might get your mic swiped
Respond to me, you might earn your next stripe
What you gon' talk about numbers?
Talk about hundreds? Better call Aaron the Plumber
The shit y'all drop not really a bop for the summer
Never have I heard or turned on your music
After that, our bitches won't say a word
Nigga, watch and learn

[Outro]
Watch and learn
Nigga, watch and learn
Vivid, nigga
Make this shit vivid, nigga
Let me know
I gotta make this shit more vivid, nigga
Nigga, vivid, nigga
Fuck you mean?