Switched Up
Yeah my checks up, I'm feeling like a grand
Yeah I'm next up, with a ticket in my hand
Yeah I'm flexed up, with a patek on my hand
I be ballin like a brand wonder why you always ran
Switched up, changed up, yeah you messed up
Boolin with my chest up guess you got your next up
Aye
Gotta keep my head up never gonna switch up like you did to me
Now you running from the scene got me blowin up your screen
Got me hooked like nicotine
This all makes me wanna scream
Wishin it was just a dream
You're messing with my brain yeah your love is just a stain
Why you gotta play games with my heart
That was just your plan from the start pushed me round like a cart
Pierced my love like a dart, yeah
Got me pinned down with anxiety trapped deep down inside of me
Can I spit it out, can I get it out, can I shout it out, can I let it out
Yeah my checks up, I'm feeling like a grand
Yeah I'm next up, with a ticket in my hand
Yeah I'm flexed up, with a patek on my hand
I be ballin like a brand wonder why you always ran
You see me flexing now, I'm not stressing now
I see you making rounds I'm not breaking down
I'm just making sound you can't bring me down
Made me hit the ground, but I'm ok now
I see you in the hall, I keep a straight face
I see you made a call, but thats my game face
Placed down a wall, I juts want my space
Suited up to ball, I'ma close the case
Lil Chuey on the track she had me out but now I'm back
Split my heart up like a crack yeah I'm rollin with a snap
Yeah my homies got my back see me flowing with a rap
Guess you talking all that trash yeah I'm only counting facts
Yeah, straight facts Lil Taco up to bat can you handle that
Yeah melodies on these beats like an acrobat
You got me on the mic spitting truth I'm a diplomat
Yeah my checks up, I'm feeling like a grand
Yeah I'm next up, with a ticket in my hand
Yeah I'm flexed up, with a patek on my hand
I be ballin like a brand wonder why you always ran
You're messing with my brain yeah your love is just a stain
Why you gotta play games with my heart
That was just your plan from the start pushed me round like a cart
Pierced my love like a dart, yeah
Got me pinned down with anxiety trapped deep down inside of me
Can I spit it out, can I get it out, can I shout it out, can I let it out
Yeah my checks up, I'm feeling like a grand
Yeah I'm next up, with a ticket in my hand
Yeah I'm flexed up, with a patek on my hand
I be ballin like a brand wonder why you always ran
Yeah I'm next up, with a ticket in my hand
Yeah I'm flexed up, with a patek on my hand
I be ballin like a brand wonder why you always ran
Switched up, changed up, yeah you messed up
Boolin with my chest up guess you got your next up
Aye
Gotta keep my head up never gonna switch up like you did to me
Now you running from the scene got me blowin up your screen
Got me hooked like nicotine
This all makes me wanna scream
Wishin it was just a dream
You're messing with my brain yeah your love is just a stain
Why you gotta play games with my heart
That was just your plan from the start pushed me round like a cart
Pierced my love like a dart, yeah
Got me pinned down with anxiety trapped deep down inside of me
Can I spit it out, can I get it out, can I shout it out, can I let it out
Yeah my checks up, I'm feeling like a grand
Yeah I'm next up, with a ticket in my hand
Yeah I'm flexed up, with a patek on my hand
I be ballin like a brand wonder why you always ran
You see me flexing now, I'm not stressing now
I see you making rounds I'm not breaking down
I'm just making sound you can't bring me down
Made me hit the ground, but I'm ok now
I see you in the hall, I keep a straight face
I see you made a call, but thats my game face
Placed down a wall, I juts want my space
Suited up to ball, I'ma close the case
Lil Chuey on the track she had me out but now I'm back
Split my heart up like a crack yeah I'm rollin with a snap
Yeah my homies got my back see me flowing with a rap
Guess you talking all that trash yeah I'm only counting facts
Yeah, straight facts Lil Taco up to bat can you handle that
Yeah melodies on these beats like an acrobat
You got me on the mic spitting truth I'm a diplomat
Yeah my checks up, I'm feeling like a grand
Yeah I'm next up, with a ticket in my hand
Yeah I'm flexed up, with a patek on my hand
I be ballin like a brand wonder why you always ran
You're messing with my brain yeah your love is just a stain
Why you gotta play games with my heart
That was just your plan from the start pushed me round like a cart
Pierced my love like a dart, yeah
Got me pinned down with anxiety trapped deep down inside of me
Can I spit it out, can I get it out, can I shout it out, can I let it out
Yeah my checks up, I'm feeling like a grand
Yeah I'm next up, with a ticket in my hand
Yeah I'm flexed up, with a patek on my hand
I be ballin like a brand wonder why you always ran
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Toczynski
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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