Lil Gnar & Tory Lanez – No Switches Lyrics

Lil Gnar & Tory Lanez No Switches Lyrics

Made a way I’m the one that they talk about
I get cheddar like I work at in and out
Up the laser then we finna point em out
I was little knew I get a big amount
Use to ride on the top of the handle bars
You had hated but bet I’m the shit now
Tell them I’m turnt I can’t turn down
Trap phone be making the bird sound (blrrdd)
I go drac drac drac drac can’t tote that glock
If it ain’t have no switches
I got big strap in my waist line
Got yo hoe trying suck my glizzy
I go fake plates on the interstate
Keep 12 up out my business
Soon as granny died, started cracking cards because I knew I had to go head get it

Use to scrap out the pot like a restaurant
I’m a man imma say it with my chest out
This Dior puff coat it is deadstock
Hollow tip I’m like fuck what your vest stop
I get geeked I might pop me a tesla
Figure four that bitch like I’m a wrestler
Eyeball work, no I don’t need a measure
Started out I was just a finesser
Rocking fufu my shit is real medal
Spot a opp and then call him a medic
I got bigger bigger and bigger,
Way ahead of them n***** that doubted
Matte black the coupe like I’m Bruce Wayne
Running laps around them like I’m Usain
My n***** to wild they can’t be tamed,
Get you stepped on for some loose change

Made a way I’m the one that they talk about
I get cheddar like I work at in and out
Up the laser then we finna point em out
I was little knew I get a big amount
Use to ride on the top of the handle bars
You had hated but bet I’m the shit now
Tell them I’m turnt I can’t turn down
Trap phone be making the bird sound (blrrdd)
I go drac drac drac drac can’t tote that glock
If it ain’t have no switches
I got big strap in my waist line
Got yo hoe trying suck my glizzy
I go fake plates on the interstate
Keep 12 up out my business
Soon as granny died, started cracking cards because I knew I had to go head get it

We get into it shooting like Rambo
Hop out bail and left out in a Lambo
I’ve been traveling the world and staying low
Shooters with felonies they can’t go
That’s why I be on insta with all them pictures my hittas can live it in real time
When the internet hyping and typing
About how they gone take out my light
Imma still shine
I was broke the bottom the bucket list
Now I’m whipping the flyest of cullinan
Now these bitches like Mcdonald’s they loving it
Got a face that I fuck her and dug in it
I be stepping with gnar, the diamonds are busting and all my whips are a hell of a car
I’m living like CJ in gta baby
The most wanted five federal stars (yeahhh)

I go drac drac drac drac can’t tote that glock
If it ain’t have no switches
I got big strap in my waist line got yo hoe
Trying suck my glizzy
I go fake plates on the interstate
Keep 12 up out my business
Soon as granny died started cracking cards because I knew I had to go head get it