I'm about to paint a picture like Picasso to Mona Lisa
But I'm drunk as f*ck swipin at this canvas with tequila in my one hand
Other with a knife right to that one man
Who owes me cash but I don't slash
I'm unpredictable
I don't do features, less you got a bag or had to do what I needa
Big bitch gotta feed her
Gettin to this liquid talkin liter to liter delete him with this nine millimeter
I'm a dead evil creature
Yo scratch that I'm a war Vet, who's gon insane up with this Kel-Tec
You wanna battle think again cause you gon die next
Yeah, I'm tried of hearin shit, yeah I'm tired of the laughter
Stress kills but you know that time be killin faster
Real shit is what you need if you wanna be a master
Cause bitch I'm a pastor no way you can pass me
Can't trap me, ten steps ahead like it's a track meet
And I'll leave ya confused while I'm in my bed relaxing
Woke up this morning I rolled a blunt and lit it up
Let you come into my life, only for you to f*ck it up
Shouldn't think about you at this point I think I'm giving up
Giving up my consciousness, yeah you know I'm pouring up
The people come and go
The money never leaves
All I do is mix and match just like my top threes
Put that smoke up in the air make it really hard to breathe
Dre you wanna stay ahead I tell them yes please
The people come and go
The money never leaves
All I do is mix and match just like my top threes
Put that smoke up in the air make it really hard to breathe
Dre you wanna stay ahead I tell them yes please
Keepin a stick in up in the show
Let rappers know
That there's layers to this shit like how I wear designer clothes
And I love my old homies but they got no love to show
And I hate my old bitches they should already know that
Got one gat two Mac's, hit em with that mismatch
Better watch out for the air cause this shorty got a kickback
Takes everything within me not to give these hoes a pump slap
Know I wont give a f*ck I hit a brother with a bitch smack
It's Lil Dre with a switchblade
Comin right up with a hook leave display
I can't look at all these people with a straight face
Now how you talkin tough when you bitch made?
I can't be stressed I'm plenty paid
The way I make these bitches dance, renegade
Can't be trustin any of these hoes giving any face
Put me on a song that's an upgrade
What can I say man?
FUCK
SWITCHBLADE Video (MV)
Performed By: A.M.R.
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Elio Jiménez, Aundre Roman, Aundre Romane
A.M.R. - SWITCHBLADE Lyrics
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I'm about to paint a picture like Picasso to Mona Lisa
But I'm drunk as f*ck swipin at this canvas with tequila in my one hand
Other with a knife right to that one man
Who owes me cash but I don't slash
I'm unpredictable
I don't do features, less you got a bag or had to do what I needa
Big bitch gotta feed her
Gettin to this liquid talkin liter to liter delete him with this nine millimeter
I'm a dead evil creature
Yo scratch that I'm a war Vet, who's gon insane up with this Kel-Tec
You wanna battle think again cause you gon die next
Yeah, I'm tried of hearin shit, yeah I'm tired of the laughter
Stress kills but you know that time be killin faster
Real shit is what you need if you wanna be a master
Cause bitch I'm a pastor no way you can pass me
Can't trap me, ten steps ahead like it's a track meet
And I'll leave ya confused while I'm in my bed relaxing
Woke up this morning I rolled a blunt and lit it up
Let you come into my life, only for you to f*ck it up
Shouldn't think about you at this point I think I'm giving up
Giving up my consciousness, yeah you know I'm pouring up
The people come and go
The money never leaves
All I do is mix and match just like my top threes
Put that smoke up in the air make it really hard to breathe
Dre you wanna stay ahead I tell them yes please
The people come and go
The money never leaves
All I do is mix and match just like my top threes
Put that smoke up in the air make it really hard to breathe
Dre you wanna stay ahead I tell them yes please
Keepin a stick in up in the show
Let rappers know
That there's layers to this shit like how I wear designer clothes
And I love my old homies but they got no love to show
And I hate my old bitches they should already know that
Got one gat two Mac's, hit em with that mismatch
Better watch out for the air cause this shorty got a kickback
Takes everything within me not to give these hoes a pump slap
Know I wont give a f*ck I hit a brother with a bitch smack
It's Lil Dre with a switchblade
Comin right up with a hook leave display
I can't look at all these people with a straight face
Now how you talkin tough when you bitch made?
I can't be stressed I'm plenty paid
The way I make these bitches dance, renegade
Can't be trustin any of these hoes giving any face
Put me on a song that's an upgrade
What can I say man?
FUCK
But I'm drunk as f*ck swipin at this canvas with tequila in my one hand
Other with a knife right to that one man
Who owes me cash but I don't slash
I'm unpredictable
I don't do features, less you got a bag or had to do what I needa
Big bitch gotta feed her
Gettin to this liquid talkin liter to liter delete him with this nine millimeter
I'm a dead evil creature
Yo scratch that I'm a war Vet, who's gon insane up with this Kel-Tec
You wanna battle think again cause you gon die next
Yeah, I'm tried of hearin shit, yeah I'm tired of the laughter
Stress kills but you know that time be killin faster
Real shit is what you need if you wanna be a master
Cause bitch I'm a pastor no way you can pass me
Can't trap me, ten steps ahead like it's a track meet
And I'll leave ya confused while I'm in my bed relaxing
Woke up this morning I rolled a blunt and lit it up
Let you come into my life, only for you to f*ck it up
Shouldn't think about you at this point I think I'm giving up
Giving up my consciousness, yeah you know I'm pouring up
The people come and go
The money never leaves
All I do is mix and match just like my top threes
Put that smoke up in the air make it really hard to breathe
Dre you wanna stay ahead I tell them yes please
The people come and go
The money never leaves
All I do is mix and match just like my top threes
Put that smoke up in the air make it really hard to breathe
Dre you wanna stay ahead I tell them yes please
Keepin a stick in up in the show
Let rappers know
That there's layers to this shit like how I wear designer clothes
And I love my old homies but they got no love to show
And I hate my old bitches they should already know that
Got one gat two Mac's, hit em with that mismatch
Better watch out for the air cause this shorty got a kickback
Takes everything within me not to give these hoes a pump slap
Know I wont give a f*ck I hit a brother with a bitch smack
It's Lil Dre with a switchblade
Comin right up with a hook leave display
I can't look at all these people with a straight face
Now how you talkin tough when you bitch made?
I can't be stressed I'm plenty paid
The way I make these bitches dance, renegade
Can't be trustin any of these hoes giving any face
Put me on a song that's an upgrade
What can I say man?
FUCK
Writer: Elio Jiménez, Aundre Roman, Aundre Romane
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid