Switch
I switch lanes treat the Ford like a Range Rover
Always stood out, now they told me join a label
When I'm with the guys tell me where I can't go
The way you look at life depending on the angle
I roll a paper and now I cannot feel shit
Come with me if you really want some chips, yeah
Heavyweight champ, double s I'm in this bitch
I do not have friends, I got some bros I don't do cliques
Last year I was lost and high in school and I ain't feel that shit
Told my parents I can't do it they said you gone do something
Told em I'll make music they believed me its been kosher since
I am only starting and I'm better than your OG bitch
Damn I got fired but that can't stop shit
Hall of fame hustler ain't shit on my wrist
You is not jugging or bussing you capping my niggas I cannot pretend
Shoutout my pack they some riders, they said they with me til the end
I might be a rapper but words don't hold shit I've been backstabbed by plenty of friends
So, when Sunny go senile on my deathbed we gone see who for real
Part of a group but I'm not good with teams
Gang full of leaders don't follow me please
I am a sensei like Mr. Miyagi
I'm whipping's the Lotus I call that shit Rock Lee
Me and my nigga be snapping, all of his beats slapping shoutout to Shotty
P.S.A to all my listeners shoutout my niggas Quai, Spliff, Rich, and Bachi
I switch lanes treat the Ford like a Range Rover
Always stood out, now they told me join a label
When I'm with the guys tell me where I can't go
The way you look at life depending on the angle
I roll a paper and now I cannot feel shit
Come with me if you really want some chips, yeah
Heavyweight champ, double s I'm in this bitch
I do not have friends, I got some bros I don't do cliques
I got the vision, all of the sights
Niggas is pussy, all of the dykes
Reach for your waste, you don't wanna fight
Argue on IG, you piped up for likes
This is my fantasy bars and profanity
Dreams are insane then I'm full of insanity
Burning the labels i'm brining calamity
Swim with the sharks and you niggas is manatees
You shot at my dog man that's tragic
You missing they asking "what happened?"
Your bitch came to me cuz you lacking
Make dick disappear now that's magic
Your Glock don't hold one, much less thirty
You niggas want beef and I'm jerky
Whip Fords bitch I'm swerving suburbans
Streets dirty the block needs detergent
These bitches is fiends for a little money
Call me rubber band man bitch I feel like Luffy
And hell yeah that bitch bad but I'm Super Sunny
I make plays so just wait til I get some money
I made that ass clap now Zeus brining thunder
You signed all of them deals now you going under
Fuck the deals and the label I'm solo stunting
You niggas like likes too much, Twitter junkies
You're Twitter junkies
Fake niggas round you? Oh, you doin something
I attract the paper like glue or something
You get it and burn it you can't do nothing, flash
Heavyweight champ! Damn
Always stood out, now they told me join a label
When I'm with the guys tell me where I can't go
The way you look at life depending on the angle
I roll a paper and now I cannot feel shit
Come with me if you really want some chips, yeah
Heavyweight champ, double s I'm in this bitch
I do not have friends, I got some bros I don't do cliques
Last year I was lost and high in school and I ain't feel that shit
Told my parents I can't do it they said you gone do something
Told em I'll make music they believed me its been kosher since
I am only starting and I'm better than your OG bitch
Damn I got fired but that can't stop shit
Hall of fame hustler ain't shit on my wrist
You is not jugging or bussing you capping my niggas I cannot pretend
Shoutout my pack they some riders, they said they with me til the end
I might be a rapper but words don't hold shit I've been backstabbed by plenty of friends
So, when Sunny go senile on my deathbed we gone see who for real
Part of a group but I'm not good with teams
Gang full of leaders don't follow me please
I am a sensei like Mr. Miyagi
I'm whipping's the Lotus I call that shit Rock Lee
Me and my nigga be snapping, all of his beats slapping shoutout to Shotty
P.S.A to all my listeners shoutout my niggas Quai, Spliff, Rich, and Bachi
I switch lanes treat the Ford like a Range Rover
Always stood out, now they told me join a label
When I'm with the guys tell me where I can't go
The way you look at life depending on the angle
I roll a paper and now I cannot feel shit
Come with me if you really want some chips, yeah
Heavyweight champ, double s I'm in this bitch
I do not have friends, I got some bros I don't do cliques
I got the vision, all of the sights
Niggas is pussy, all of the dykes
Reach for your waste, you don't wanna fight
Argue on IG, you piped up for likes
This is my fantasy bars and profanity
Dreams are insane then I'm full of insanity
Burning the labels i'm brining calamity
Swim with the sharks and you niggas is manatees
You shot at my dog man that's tragic
You missing they asking "what happened?"
Your bitch came to me cuz you lacking
Make dick disappear now that's magic
Your Glock don't hold one, much less thirty
You niggas want beef and I'm jerky
Whip Fords bitch I'm swerving suburbans
Streets dirty the block needs detergent
These bitches is fiends for a little money
Call me rubber band man bitch I feel like Luffy
And hell yeah that bitch bad but I'm Super Sunny
I make plays so just wait til I get some money
I made that ass clap now Zeus brining thunder
You signed all of them deals now you going under
Fuck the deals and the label I'm solo stunting
You niggas like likes too much, Twitter junkies
You're Twitter junkies
Fake niggas round you? Oh, you doin something
I attract the paper like glue or something
You get it and burn it you can't do nothing, flash
Heavyweight champ! Damn
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Writer(s): Shaheim Lott
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