Switched Up
Crushed diamonds in my watch, slashin' at me
All my jewelry on, rolling 'round the city one deep
If she want smoke, then she actin' blunt
Them niggas smoke, them niggas runtz
I don't care if you a fan, that boy a rat
Ain't takin' no pitches, I won't even bunt
Twenty-four, shooter round me like Kobe
Twenty more, racks on me Ginóbili
On the floor, baseball game
My shirt was soaked in blood, would see the nosebleed, yeah
Crushed diamonds ashes in the Rolls Royce truck
Come from poverty, we won't even clean it up
I seen niggas die to this day still
Ain't got headstones (Got headstones)
Talk to my dawg, he locked away
Say he miss his bedroom (Say he miss his bedroom)
Sleepin' with a stress room (Sleepin' with a toy)
Hide your phone, hide your change (Shake it up, boy)
Hellcat, new model, Tyra Banks, yeah
Stunna, I might fuck around and ride the 'Vette
Twenty-four hunnid for a 'Vette
Call that hoe at 2:30
This car right here go two-thirty
Two blue racks city, two-thirty
Banana, Glocks and 2-30's (2-30)
My watch it come from Hell, she on demon time
I was tryna win though, I couldn't even see the blinds
How these niggas switched up on me, I might've switched up on me
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Fuck around put the killer on payroll (Put the killer on payroll)
I shot 'em, send 'em the draco (Yeah, yeah)
How them niggas shoot but my name ain't DeRozan (Ain't DeRozan)
Hiding in the open, still be feelin' like I'm closed in
Clothesline, on my fists on the clothespin
I hope they don't come take it (Don't come take it)
I hope a smoker don't come steal my shit (Steal my shit)
I ain't fucked in a year, but that hoe still my bitch
I know a trapper with a bald head, he got heroin (Heroin)
She know I don't like to hit it, she ain't got her hair on
The street don't love a nigga back
I had to get on (Said I'd get on, yeah)
I know life a bitch but I'm tryna get on (Tryna get on)
They hope I catch a charge, they tryna find someone to tell on
(Tryna rat on)
Thinkin' back, know where we went wrong
Touch down, had to call play back, it was haulin'
My dawg still ain't free, I could've swore I seen him rollin' (I was here)
Ten types of problems that I had 'fore this rap shit (On God)
Woah, woah, woah
I don't know why I'd be scared of him, if he can bleed, yeah
Still nutted even though she can bleed (Can believe)
The hoe ain't for she a blood
For the whole new Nip, say she a Crip
(Red, blue, politics)
Don't trip, don't panic, nah I'm lying, panic
Shooting dice, tryna get a bet don't care if I won a Grammy
Lot of these niggas one hit wonders, just like lil' Sammy
He stabbed me in my back, he turned his head, I stabbed 'em back
It was mutual
I wish you would know
Glock came with a dick, I sent this bitch a nude
Dracos and foreigns
Hood niggas tourin' (Dracos and foreigns, hood niggas tourin')
I'm pourin', I'm tourin' (I'm pourin', I'm tourin')
We pull out magazines
Like it just got borin' (Like it just got borin')
Don't care if he blood, if it's smoke I'm on his ass
I tried to send my nigga to get buried
I pray they hurse ran out of gas (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah it's still cold
I watch them run around with Corona masks (Yeah, yeah)
I earned my stripes just like a tiger fuck a care basket (Yeah, yeah)
They gon' remember me when I'm gone (Ooh)
I'm the one that made that song
You should have twenty-one years in the city
Caught a flight and he got murked out of town (Oh woah)
A nigga like me, hoes start playin' me (Playin' me, playin' me)
I roll with twenty niggas but I don't
Want no sympathy (I don't want no sympathy)
Stay down, we might have to send on me (Might have to send on me)
Tell me lil' hoe, don't you want to ride the dick?
Tell me lil' hoe, don't you want to ride the dick?
Air him out, like I got the vent on me, yea (I got the vent on me)
Got the vent on me, got the vent on me
My homie, lil' hoe
Don't vent on me (Bitch, don't come and vent on me)
Don't talk to me, lil' bitch
Don't vent to me (Bitch, I ain't tryna hear it)
From the bricks, I'll fuck a hoe that's Vietnamese Rylo
You got money, you know you make her bend her knees
And the bar spinnin'
Had certain niggas been on tees (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Booked up a year straight, I ain't dropped a mixtape
Booked up a year straight, ain't even dropped a mixtape
She wanna leave me but she
Gon' need a big rake (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Woah, woah
Red, blue, politics
Red, blue, politics
Red, blue, politics
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
All my jewelry on, rolling 'round the city one deep
If she want smoke, then she actin' blunt
Them niggas smoke, them niggas runtz
I don't care if you a fan, that boy a rat
Ain't takin' no pitches, I won't even bunt
Twenty-four, shooter round me like Kobe
Twenty more, racks on me Ginóbili
On the floor, baseball game
My shirt was soaked in blood, would see the nosebleed, yeah
Crushed diamonds ashes in the Rolls Royce truck
Come from poverty, we won't even clean it up
I seen niggas die to this day still
Ain't got headstones (Got headstones)
Talk to my dawg, he locked away
Say he miss his bedroom (Say he miss his bedroom)
Sleepin' with a stress room (Sleepin' with a toy)
Hide your phone, hide your change (Shake it up, boy)
Hellcat, new model, Tyra Banks, yeah
Stunna, I might fuck around and ride the 'Vette
Twenty-four hunnid for a 'Vette
Call that hoe at 2:30
This car right here go two-thirty
Two blue racks city, two-thirty
Banana, Glocks and 2-30's (2-30)
My watch it come from Hell, she on demon time
I was tryna win though, I couldn't even see the blinds
How these niggas switched up on me, I might've switched up on me
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Fuck around put the killer on payroll (Put the killer on payroll)
I shot 'em, send 'em the draco (Yeah, yeah)
How them niggas shoot but my name ain't DeRozan (Ain't DeRozan)
Hiding in the open, still be feelin' like I'm closed in
Clothesline, on my fists on the clothespin
I hope they don't come take it (Don't come take it)
I hope a smoker don't come steal my shit (Steal my shit)
I ain't fucked in a year, but that hoe still my bitch
I know a trapper with a bald head, he got heroin (Heroin)
She know I don't like to hit it, she ain't got her hair on
The street don't love a nigga back
I had to get on (Said I'd get on, yeah)
I know life a bitch but I'm tryna get on (Tryna get on)
They hope I catch a charge, they tryna find someone to tell on
(Tryna rat on)
Thinkin' back, know where we went wrong
Touch down, had to call play back, it was haulin'
My dawg still ain't free, I could've swore I seen him rollin' (I was here)
Ten types of problems that I had 'fore this rap shit (On God)
Woah, woah, woah
I don't know why I'd be scared of him, if he can bleed, yeah
Still nutted even though she can bleed (Can believe)
The hoe ain't for she a blood
For the whole new Nip, say she a Crip
(Red, blue, politics)
Don't trip, don't panic, nah I'm lying, panic
Shooting dice, tryna get a bet don't care if I won a Grammy
Lot of these niggas one hit wonders, just like lil' Sammy
He stabbed me in my back, he turned his head, I stabbed 'em back
It was mutual
I wish you would know
Glock came with a dick, I sent this bitch a nude
Dracos and foreigns
Hood niggas tourin' (Dracos and foreigns, hood niggas tourin')
I'm pourin', I'm tourin' (I'm pourin', I'm tourin')
We pull out magazines
Like it just got borin' (Like it just got borin')
Don't care if he blood, if it's smoke I'm on his ass
I tried to send my nigga to get buried
I pray they hurse ran out of gas (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah it's still cold
I watch them run around with Corona masks (Yeah, yeah)
I earned my stripes just like a tiger fuck a care basket (Yeah, yeah)
They gon' remember me when I'm gone (Ooh)
I'm the one that made that song
You should have twenty-one years in the city
Caught a flight and he got murked out of town (Oh woah)
A nigga like me, hoes start playin' me (Playin' me, playin' me)
I roll with twenty niggas but I don't
Want no sympathy (I don't want no sympathy)
Stay down, we might have to send on me (Might have to send on me)
Tell me lil' hoe, don't you want to ride the dick?
Tell me lil' hoe, don't you want to ride the dick?
Air him out, like I got the vent on me, yea (I got the vent on me)
Got the vent on me, got the vent on me
My homie, lil' hoe
Don't vent on me (Bitch, don't come and vent on me)
Don't talk to me, lil' bitch
Don't vent to me (Bitch, I ain't tryna hear it)
From the bricks, I'll fuck a hoe that's Vietnamese Rylo
You got money, you know you make her bend her knees
And the bar spinnin'
Had certain niggas been on tees (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Booked up a year straight, I ain't dropped a mixtape
Booked up a year straight, ain't even dropped a mixtape
She wanna leave me but she
Gon' need a big rake (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Woah, woah
Red, blue, politics
Red, blue, politics
Red, blue, politics
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Adams, Chidi Steve Osondu, Daniel Nduwimana, Alexander Walter Bak
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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