Switched Up lyrics

[Verse 1]
Crushed diamonds in my watch, slushee on me
All my jewelry on, rolling 'round the city one deep
If she want smoke, then she actin' blunt
Them n*ggas smoke, them n*ggas Runtz
I don't care if you a fan, that boy a rat
Ain't takin' no pitches, I won't even bunt
Twenty-four, shooter round me like Kobe
Twenty more, racks on me, Ginóbili
On the floor, basketball game, my shirt was soaked in blood, was sittin' in the nosebleeds, yeah
Crushed diamonds, ashes in the Rolls Royce truck
Come from poverty, we won't even clean it up
I seen n*ggas die to this day, still ain't got headstones (Got headstones)
Talk to my dawg, he locked away, say he miss his bedroom (Say he miss his bedroom)
Sleepin' with his restroom (Sleepin' with his toilet)
Hide your phone, hide your shank (Shank that boy)
Hellcat, new model, Tyra Banks, yeah
Stoney, I might f*ck around and rob the bank (You can't leave)
Twenty-four hundred for a plate
f*ck that hoe at 2:30
This car right here go two-thirty
Two blue Roxy's, these two thirty's
Bought a Nine, a Glock and two .30's (Two .30's)
My watch ain't come from Hell, she on demon time
I was tryna win though, I couldn't even see the blinds
[Interlude / Beat Switch]
Turn me up in my headset
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
All these n*ggas switched up on me, I might as well switch up on these n*ggas

[Verse 2]
f*ck around, put the killer on payroll (Killer on payroll)
I shot 'em, so many Dracos (Yeah, yeah)
Had them n*ggas shook, but my name ain't DeRozan (Ain't DeRozan)
Out in the open, still be feelin like I'm closed in
Clothes lyin' on the fence, on the clothespin
I hope a junkie don't come take it (Don't come take it)
I hope a smoker don't come steal my sh*t (Steal my sh*t)
I ain't f*cked in a year, but that ho still my b*tch
I know a trapper with a bald head, but he got hair on (Heroin)
She know I don't like to hit if she ain't got her hair on
The street don't love a n*gga back, I had to get on (Said I'd get on, yeah)
I know life a b*tch but I'm tryna get on her (Tryna get on)
That boy caught a charge, they tryna find somebody to tell on (Tryna rat on)
Thinkin' bout, and where we went wrong
Touch down, had to call play back, it was holdin'
My dawg still ain't free, I could've swore I seen him rollin'
Ten times the problems that I had 'fore this rap sh*t (On God)
Woah, woah, woah
I don’t know why I’d be scared of him, if he can bleed, yeah
Still nutted even though she can bleed (Can bleed)
That ho from 4th Ward, she a blood
f*cked the ho, knew Nip, say she a Crip
Red, blue, bullet tips
Don't trip, don't panic, nah I'm lying, panic
Shooting dice tryna get a bet, don't care if I won a Grammy
Lot of these n*ggas one-hit wonders just like Lil Sammy
He stabbed me in my back, he turned his head, I stabbed em back
It was mutual
I wish you would knew
Glock came with a di*k, I sent this b*tch a nude
Dracos and foreigns, hood n*ggas tourin' (Dracos and foreigns, hood n*ggas tourin')
I'm poled when I'm tourin' (I'm poled when I’m tourin')
We pull out magazines
Like it just got borin' (It just got borin')
I don't care if he blood, if it's smoke I'm on his ass
Tired of sendin' my n*gga to get buried, pray the hearse ran out of gas (Yeah, yeah)
Ever since Covid, I watch them robbers rob with Corona masks (Yeah, yeah)
I earned my stripes just like a tiger, f*ck a Carole Baskin (Yeah, yeah)
They gon' miss me when I'm gone
I always wanted to make this song
He survived twenty-one years in the city (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Caught a flight and he got murked out of town (Oh)
I know you don’t love me, ho stop playin' with me (Playin' me, playin' me)
I lost twenty n*ggas, but I don't want no sympathy (I don't want no sympathy)
Stayed down with me, I ain’t have a cent on me (Ain’t have a sense on me)
Tell me lil' hoe, what you want your rent to be? (Tell me lil' hoe, what you want your rent to be?)
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Tell me lil' hoe, what you want your rent to be? (Tell me lil' hoe, what you want your rent to be?)
Air him out, like I got a vent on me, yeah (I got a vent on me)
Got the vent on me, got the vent on me
Laying on me, lil' ho, don't vent on me (b*tch, don't come and vent on me)
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Don't talk to me, lil' b*tch, don't vent to me (b*tch, I ain't tryna hear it)
From the bricks, I’ll f*ck a hoe that’s Vietnamese, Rylo
You got money, you know you make her bend her knees
Make them boys spend a hundred on shirts, them n*ggas been on tees (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Booked up a year straight, I ain’t dropped a mixtape
Booked up a year straight, I ain’t dropped no mixtape
She wanna leave me but she gon’ need a big rake (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Woah, woah, woah
[Outro]
Red, blue, bullet tips
Red, blue, bullet tips
Red, blue, bullet tips
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)