Switched.

I pull up rare shit on my chest

These niggas ain't hitting through my vest
All she want to do is grab my neck

I grab her breast
All these pussy niggas flunking out
But they passed the test

How much in my pocket
Nigga take a guess

More money than your family
But you can have the rest

I run it up so long
I got these niggas out of breath

My nigga Dee with another one
That's my other son

All these pussy niggas gotta gun
But they still run

Whole up let me switch it up
Slow it down no double cup

I got something
That's gone make all these vibes want to fuck

Test your luck,
I say test your luck

Young nigga a show you
How to make a fucking buck

Smoking on that sticky,
And I swear it got me stuck

How about you be the goose
And your niggas be the ducks
My nigga suited up

But he ain't wearing no tux

The way she put it on me
Had a nigga speaking dutch

Now who making better beats than my nigga clutch
I say who making better beats than my nigga clutch



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Writer(s): Robert Grimes
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