Lil Gnar – No Switches (ft. Tory Lanez) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Lil Gnar is out with the music video for the new “No Switches” piece of music which features Tory Lanez. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Lil Gnar No Switches

Lil Gnar’s been a staple in the underground for years. His DIY approach to both fashion and music has helped him carve out his own lane in hip-hop with a niche sound. However, he’s proven that he’s also one of the most versatile artists in the game right now.

Over the weekend, the rapper came through with a brand new collaboration with Tory Lanez titled, “No Switches.” Gnar opens the track with a melodic flow as he reminisces about his past. Once the drums drop, Gnar goes in with heavy artillery before Tory Lanez joins him and matches his energy.

Tory’s recently been shaking things up with a slew of collaborations and singles. Just last week, he released his single, “I Like,” wt their new collhich followed “Florida Shit.”

Lil Gnar – No Switches (ft. Tory Lanez)

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Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Gnar]
Made a way, I’m the one that they talk about
I got cheddar like I work out at In-N-Out
Up the laser then we finna point him out (Point him out)
I was little, knew I’d get a big amount
Used to ride on the top of the handlebar
You ain’t hated but bet I’m the shit now
Tell ’em I’m turnt, I can’t turn down
Trap on me, makin’ a bird sound (Brr)

[Chorus: Lil Gnar]
I got Drac’, Drac’, Drac’, Drac’, Drac’
Can’t tote that Glock, if it ain’t have no switches (Grrt)
I got big straps in my waistline, got yo’ ho tryna suck my glizzy (My glizz’)
I got fake plates on the interstate, keep twelve up out my business (Skrrt)
Soon as granny died, started cracking cards ’cause I knew I had go ‘head and get it

[Verse 1: Lil Gnar]
Used to scrape out the pot like a restaurant (Restaurant)
I’m a man, I’ma say it with my chest out (Chest out)
This Dior plus coded is desktop (Desktop)
Hollow tip him like fuck what your vest stop
I get geeked up, might pop me a Tesla (Tesla)
Finger fold a bitch like I’m a wrestler (Wrestler)
I’m ’bout worth, no, I don’t need to measure
Started out, I was just a finesser
Rockin’ Fufu, my shit is real meta (Real meta)
Spot an opp and then call him an medic (Medic)
I got bigger and bigger, and bigger (Bigger)
Where ya headed? them niggas that doubted (Big)
Matte black the coupe like I’m Bruce Wayne
Runnin’ laps around ’em like I’m Usain
My niggas too wild, they can’t be tamed
Get you stepped on for some loose change (Yeah, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Gnar]
Made a way, I’m the one that they talk about (Yeah)
I got cheddar like I work out at In-N-Out (Work at In-N-Out)
Up the laser then we finna point him out (Point him out)
I was little, knew I’d get a big amount (Big amount)
Used to ride on the top of the handlebar (Handlebar)
You ain’t hated but bet I’m the shit now (Bet I’m the shit now)
Tell ’em I’m turnt, I can’t turn down
Trap on me, makin’ a bird sound (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Gnar]
I got Drac’, Drac’, Drac’, Drac’, Drac’
Can’t tote that Glock, if it ain’t have no switches (Grrt)
I got big straps in my waistline, got yo’ ho tryna suck my glizzy (Baow)
I got fake plates on the interstate, keep twelve up out my business (Yeah)
Soon as granny died, started cracking cards ’cause I knew I had go ‘head and get it

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, yeah
We get into a shooting like Rambo
Hop out bail and left out in a Lambo’
I been traveling the world and stayin’ low
Shooters with felonies, they can’t go
I swear I be on Insta’ with all of them pictures
My hitters can live it in real time
When the internet hypin’ and typin’ ’bout how they gon’ take out my light, I’ma still shine
I was broke at the bottom, the bucket list
Now, I’m whippin’ the flyest, the Cullinan
Now, these bih like McDonald’s, the lovin’ it
Got a face that I fuck and duckin’ it
I was steppin’ with Gnar
The diamonds are bustin’ and all of my whips are a hell of a car
I’m livin’ like CJ in GTA, baby, the most wanted, five federal stars, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Gnar]
I got Drac’, Drac’, Drac’, Drac’, Drac’
Can’t tote that Glock, if it ain’t have no switches (Grrt)
I got big straps in my waistline, got yo’ ho tryna suck my glizzy
I got fake plates on the interstate, keep twelve up out my business
Soon as granny died, started cracking cards ’cause I knew I had go ‘head and get it

[Outro]
Vibe to it, bro
We let the folks know
We got five the same Glockies, we got on us, you feel that?
Glock .30, switches, all that, we have it
I’m tellin’ you, no cap, no—