SWITCH lyrics

by

Southside



[Verse]
(Yeah) Know I'm from outside, I brought fifty, my Glock got a fifty
Go with your man, boy, don't f*ck if she iffy
You n*ggas gon' feel it, for real, I ain't sippin'
Ain't nothin' but some' "go get this bread" what I'm kickin'
I'm stuck with my dogs, they on side I was pickin'
One be the finest and one be the thickest
Don't play wit' me, I bring out mask with the di*kies
Don't argue with n*ggas that ain't worth my wrist
She told you a lie, she was burblin' on di*k
I pray every day for the curses and sh*t
My young n*gga 'bout it, he workin' that stick
She know that he pus*y, for sure, he a lick
And I'm sayin' this money be makin' 'em sick
Okay, you did play but they shot at your wicks
Ayy, b*tch, you should know that this bread is my fix
My check goin' up on 'em, double down
This binary AR shoot double rounds
Thеy missed wit' the car, then thеy run him down
He hit me, ''Huh, that's how that money sound''
I graduated with no cap and gown
You lyin' for sure, why you cappin' down
This Rollie new diamonds a hundred pounds
I don't know why you wanna start some sh*t that you know you cannot finish
Hope you get the point, pointers on me, n*gga, hundred K baby, each tennis (Go, lil' n*gga)
She got a golden rule, I can't leave if I don't finish
Broke the ho, gambling house, gave my ho all my winnings
Pulled up on them n*ggas, four hundred, Ferrari truck, okay
Tryna click, gon' get you a shovel and a spot to lay
SUV I did that for night time, I'm in that drop by day
I've been goin' strong since the start, they never dropped my pay
Yeah, she got a lil' bitty problem, she screamin' splash her face
I know that she lyin' 'bout her lovin' me, how you love the taste?
I got a confession for b*tches, I sure do hate them lace
I'm goin' every ethnicity, I might jus' make a race
I get a bag first and then I'ma see how her ass work (Yeah)
I'm havin', that sh*t be my last work
You can't take the truth, so don't ask her (Ask that ho)
I said nothin' but six with my last vert
I will not say sh*t, I won't blast her
I'm seein' that she hot that I passed her
Ain't love her for sure, but I trashed her (Yeah)
Don't make me start pullin' these toys out
I hit your lil' b*tch with a boycott (Go)
Ain't nothin' but my kids gettin' a soft spot
The work with that scrape, n*gga, all pot
They say we got problems, we all hot
Them lil' n*ggas followers, all bots
I'm seein' none to say, they all thots
I pay it in full at all lots (Ho-ass)
Smoking n*gga, I'ma smoke your baby
Here for suckin' di*k, don't touch my weed
I can't go full throttle, I eat pus*y good, they won't leave
Oh, he is a real killer, but your dog died 'cause he won't squeeze
She gon' treat me like a king, only lock eyes on yo' knees
That sh*t light for real, it's twenty K and he will not breathe
I went ocean air on my neck, this sh*t for or five seas
If they catch me, I'm a mute, it ain't nothin' I plead
You wastin' time with that b*tch, man, you know her type me
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