
Switches & AR’s Sauce Walka & Freeway
"Switches & AR’s" by Sauce Walka and Freeway, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of street life, resilience, and the realities of urban living. The lyrics reflect a gritty narrative about survival and loyalty, enhanced by hard-hitting beats and dynamic flows. Its cultural impact resonates with the hip-hop community, emphasizing authenticity and street credibility.

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Police shoot a kid and get paid double
We don't make this shit no better, we gang bang and kill each other
Wish I could just live in peace, but I gotta keep my cutter
You ain't gotta watch no movie to see how Alpo killed his brother (I'm working on dying)
We survin' in the gutter (Ayy, Tizz, light 'em up)
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, switches
Ambulance outside in the trenches
Black man layin' in his blood where the fence is
Nephew seen his uncle die, he defenseless
Auntie need her man back on his wishlist
Young niggas on demon time wearin' Christians
Squeeze with gloves on, OJ Simpson
Big bro sellin' crack but he simpin'
Spendin' all his profit on bitches
He got two kids wearin' Dickie
But he got his ho in Givenchy
Baby mama late on the rent
How you put them blades on your whip?
Forgiato's on your spaceship
House the size of a bag of chips
[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Bulletproof around my Cullinan 'cause the gutter done left me scarred
Ain't no way that you my brudda'nem, if you leave me behind my bars
This street politics, no government, all of the judgement gon' be ours
Tryna save lil' blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
Tryna save lil' blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
Tryna save lil' blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
Police shoot a kid and get paid double
We don't make this shit no better, we gang bang and kill each other
Wish I could just live in peace, but I gotta keep my cutter
You ain't gotta watch no movie to see how Alpo killed his brother (I'm working on dying)
We survin' in the gutter (Ayy, Tizz, light 'em up)
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, switches
Ambulance outside in the trenches
Black man layin' in his blood where the fence is
Nephew seen his uncle die, he defenseless
Auntie need her man back on his wishlist
Young niggas on demon time wearin' Christians
Squeeze with gloves on, OJ Simpson
Big bro sellin' crack but he simpin'
Spendin' all his profit on bitches
He got two kids wearin' Dickie
But he got his ho in Givenchy
Baby mama late on the rent
How you put them blades on your whip?
Forgiato's on your spaceship
House the size of a bag of chips
[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Bulletproof around my Cullinan 'cause the gutter done left me scarred
Ain't no way that you my brudda'nem, if you leave me behind my bars
This street politics, no government, all of the judgement gon' be ours
Tryna save lil' blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
Tryna save lil' blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
Tryna save lil' blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
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