Switch from Make War by Diop
Tracklist
2. | Switch | 3:20 |
Lyrics
(Hook)
[Diop]
Humble eyes don't see success just respect (x4)
Always been the best around me
Competition non existent
Wishin' Kanye West had found me
Wish my brother wasn't missin' (x2)
[Verse 1]
I just wanna make music everyday and go home
to a short girl with a fat ass that I can stick my dick in
flirt with my friends and she ain't trippin' -
Damn I love my mistress
I just wanna make music everyday and go home
to a short girl with a fat ass that I can stick my dick in
flirt with my friends and she ain't trippin' -
[MasterSelf]
(Why the flow keep switchin'?)
[Diop]
Niggas tryna roll but they ain't make the cut
Lick this shit down treat the beat like a butt
They ain't think I kill it why they always tryna test me?
Get along with bitches more so all my friends sexy (x2)
(Verse 2)
[Eddie Teach]
I dun know where I'm at I just spawned here
Johnny Blaze in the booth bring alarms here
I need flex in the building drop a bomb here
Act up, I'll break your back with a lawn chair
These motherfuckers think I'm flexin' but I'm not
You an internet thug, dirty two shoes with the cops
My dudes like Steph, pull up anywhere -
And they'll still make the shot - so don't even think about it
No don't even think about it
This game my bitch and I'm gun put a ring around it
My side girl ass is so astounding
Make me wanna hit that shit every couple hours
But I'm focused on hitten' the charts
If they told you I ain't real it's fake news from the start
Eddie Teach is the name engrave it into your heart
This whole world is a stage, I'm just playing my - part.
(Hook)
[Diop]
Humble eyes don't see success just respect (x4)
Always been the best around me
Competition non existent
Wishin' Kanye West had found me
Wish my brother wasn't missin' (x2)
(Verse 3)
I've been steady sinnin' - money keep me grinnin'
Milk carton nigga might not see me for a minute
Why you blue collar livin'? I've been black hoodie killin'
Y'all Toronto sports fans only show up when I'm winnin'
Addicted to my lyrics imma let these niggas jitter
Eyes on your plate - don't be jealous of my dinner
Coming from the city that drops their top in the winter
Drinking getting harder but momma ain't raise a quitter, naw
Had to hit 'em with some new shit, my old shit expired bout to re-up on my warranty
Coming from the 6ix side, city on your shoulders so there's no way to corner me
Career on its death bed, your shit getting cleaned out, Diop a fucking orderly
Give me a fucking name of a rap nigga in the game who's up next more than me
Who's up next more than me? Who's up next more than me?
They used to talk shit, now their compliments are warning me
Who's up next more than me? Who's up next more than me?
They used to talk shit - now fuck you bitch
Who's up next more than me? Who's up next more than me?
They used to talk shit, now their compliments are warning me
Who's up next more than me? Who's up next more than me?
used to talk shit - so fuck you bitch
iuhhn doon, guuht!
Credits
feat. @eddieteach / @masterself_
prod. @lavishjax / @relevantbeats
engineer. @savilionbeats