Switches & Fentanyl (feat. NoCap)

[Intro]

(Look out, Veno)

(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)

[Chorus: NoCap]

Go broke for the team, die about the bros

Cup full of lean, lungs full of smoke

I'm wealthy, but I'm cautious, ARs in the Rolls

Famous with a chopper, my penthouse full of robbers, yeah

Still tied in with the knockers, this shit can come and cost you, yeah

Another dead body, this shit right here too often

[Verse 1: NoCap]

Hit the gas, you hear the engine, fuck the ones, they motivate me

Money talk, then I got plenty, we can hold a conversation

Frederick Vinyl raised me, ain't no way that I'm cooperating

Rappers getting fake relations, guess he think a bitch can save him

I triple my cup, tryna hide all my emotion

I'm high up, maybe you can feel the motion

My eyes red as I'm talking to the youth

Telling 'em don't use, they probably so confused

Lord, forgive me

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]

Lord, forgive me, yeah (Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on, yeah)

R.I.P. Chris King (King), R.I.P. Sick Streets (Streets)

R.I.P. Jody, R.I.P. Lil Evvv (Evvv)

R.I.P. Spooky, this shit rain over my head (Head)

All the shit I would've did for the bros, man, take me instead

I got a chopper in my bag for if a fuck nigga turn fed (Grrah, grrah)

Pressure, smoke, static, anything, you fuck niggas'll be dead (Dead)

Lou'll put a drum up on that K and aim for the head (Head)

We were born in this industry, we was trapping in the O (O)

Had some ward niggas envy me, I don't need a beam or a scope

Niggas turnt out broke, I'm in Turks on a boat (Yeah, R.I.P. 'em)

Tell 'em up another loaf

[Bridge: NoCap]

My eyes red as I'm talking to the youth

Telling 'em don't use, they probably so confused

Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me

It's too real on my end

Lost, but I'm trying, lost, but I'm trying

The streets is the new war, switches and fentanyl

Switches and fentanyl, uh

Switches and fentanyl, yeah

Switches and fentanyl, oh

Switches and fentanyl

[Chorus: NoCap]

Go broke for the team, die about the bros

Cup full of lean, lungs full of smoke

I'm wealthy, but I'm cautious, ARs in the Rolls

Famous with a chopper, my penthouse full of robbers, yeah

Still tied in with the knockers, this shit can come and cost you, yeah

Another dead body, this shit right here too often