Switch it Up - Pooh Shiesty, 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

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

Beside rap I was gettin' rich regardless

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

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

Got a .40 on me right now, I ain’t never scared (Never scared, 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 (Skrt)

Front line where I stood for your hood, you ain’t do shit

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

Blrrd (Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)

(Blrrd, big blrrd, blrrd)