Switches lyrics

[Intro]
(Smokey tryna smoke a n*gga)
Yeah, alright, b*tch
(This that Greedy Money)
Yeah, alright, look

[Verse]
Thirty times ten, do the math check
I was playin' with some sh*t before I had sex
Send that location, we pullin' down to your address
Automatic when I shoot the three, I never half-step
Bad b*tch, big booty on her, but she got bad breath
b*tch was gon' leave anyway when that bag left
Ooh, I see his diamonds ain't hittin', he need a lab check
Y'all still talkin' 'bout that hundred K, I done passed that
Thirty million streams this year and I ain't press the gas yet
But I remember we was sellin' 'bows out an Aztec
Your b*tch got a BBL, go get her ass checked
I think I made six figures on my last check
Okay, I'm lyin', it was only five
I'm lookin' for a drag race like I'm Tony Bynes
n*ggas can't step in my shoes, this the only size
I just bought a brand-new Glock 40, yeah, the police kind
When them boys listen to your rap, they like, "I know he lyin'"
In the D on Seven Mile, I'm finna order Coney Time
Boy, that Rollie faker than a b*tch, you on a phony time
Shots fired and your man left, you on a lonely time
Seventy-five on that K, goin' shot for shot
When we lookin' for an opp, we go block to block
Unc' still smokin' dope, he gon' shop for rocks
Make a n*gga shut the f*ck up, no Papa Doc
Slide on a different opp in the K5
Hit a b*tch with the cold shoulders like I'm Jaiswan
My favorite time to go slide is in the daytime
Finna spend twenty-one thousand on my paint job
I'm talkin' wetter than the ocean, you could surf on it
Poured up some Hi-Tech, then mixed a lil' purp' on it
Threw a switchy on my Glock, I love the j*rk on it
b*tch found out I f*cked her best friend and had a hurt moment
Inside of the Monte look like basketball skin
f*cked an NBA b*tch and had basketball twins
I got a play for ten 'bows at the Mackinac Bridge
sh*t, my profit was a dime and I'm stackin' all ten
b*tch, we run the rap game, I'm all-in
You want a n*gga gone, 1-800-CALL-BEN
You the type to shoot a party up, expectin' all kids
Sold the white boy a pint of Wock', it's really all thin
Okay, the Patek or the Richard? sh*t, I can't decide
Before I go catch a body, I like to strategize
I know a n*gga next move 'cause I analyze
Catch him walkin' with his kids, left him terrified
Gave him a pass 'cause I don't like to shoot kids
n*gga said he want smoke, hit him with two SIGs
It's reclinin' backseats in my new Benz
Man, you n*ggas can't rap and the truth is
I'm a G.O.A.T. and y'all really can't f*ck with a n*gga
I done nutted in her twice, now she stuck with a n*gga
Movin' at my own pace, ain't no rushin' a n*gga
Rockin' one-of-one sh*t, yeah, it's custom, my n*gga
Pint of Wock', sell it to the streets or should I drop it?
I'm poppin' sh*t 'cause gettin' your ass beat wasn't an option
J's don't come out 'til next week, but I got 'em
Every gun you got up in your fleet, I done shot 'em
Ball game, n*gga, check the score, b*tch, we up fifty
I been important now, so it's kind of hard to get in touch with me
Scream still tryna stab that b*tch, I done f*cked Sidney
Went OT last month and made a buck-twenty
I want a Lambo truck, but that Wraith on my mind
I could drop it any day, I'm just waitin' on the time
I get my sh*t early as f*ck, I ain't waitin' in no line
I'm comin' to your mama crib if you play with one of mine
Loyalty the key, sh*t, that's all I know
Five-gram Slapwoods, that's all I smoke
If you ain't tryna spend no pape', what you callin' for?
b*tch, my lungs good as f*ck, inhale all the smoke
I gave you n*ggas time to get off, now it's my turn
Four-five hit him in his head, clip his sideburns
I just got to flickin' at the whip, he took an odd turn
Shoot first, then ask questions later is what I learned