Never Switched
I fell for that bitch soon as I found out she was bat shit
Falling for that bitch, had my bungee, forgot to clamp it
The way I beat it up, it had me feeling like the champion
I'm up all night off of acid tab, don't need no Ambien
My team running shit just like a track meet
We all pop up on you like some acne
Smoke until I'm huffing and puffing just like a athlete
I ain't got no time to fuck around, I'm steady stacking
I don't Fuck around with fuck arounds, don't let em pass me
Pedal to the metal, steady gassing
Run up on me, bang, that's the last thing
Walk around with the gang, fuck niggas glancing
Hating, but they not gon' say a damn thing
Running till I pull a fucking hamstring
Running this shit till I'm fucking cramping
Dumbing through these backwoods like I'm camping
Yeah, that's what I'm dumbing through these backwoods
Like I'm camping, Ay, beat it like I'm Tyson
Two horns on me like a bison, Her body enticing
No baseball, but I'm a sliding, She got me excited
Baby say she wanna ride it, Roll that dope and light it
Got so high I got anxiety, Then I smoke some more to calm it down
I might eat a rapper just a vomit on the ground
Stay with the same clique, I never switch, stay all around
I don't want no beef, but I'm milking the cash cow
If I say a pickle, that's a pound
If I say a onion, that's an ounce
Yeah, stacking bread and cheese, I could make me some burgers now
I could make me some burgers now
I could make me some burgers now
Falling for that bitch, had my bungee, forgot to clamp it
The way I beat it up, it had me feeling like the champion
I'm up all night off of acid tab, don't need no Ambien
My team running shit just like a track meet
We all pop up on you like some acne
Smoke until I'm huffing and puffing just like a athlete
I ain't got no time to fuck around, I'm steady stacking
I don't Fuck around with fuck arounds, don't let em pass me
Pedal to the metal, steady gassing
Run up on me, bang, that's the last thing
Walk around with the gang, fuck niggas glancing
Hating, but they not gon' say a damn thing
Running till I pull a fucking hamstring
Running this shit till I'm fucking cramping
Dumbing through these backwoods like I'm camping
Yeah, that's what I'm dumbing through these backwoods
Like I'm camping, Ay, beat it like I'm Tyson
Two horns on me like a bison, Her body enticing
No baseball, but I'm a sliding, She got me excited
Baby say she wanna ride it, Roll that dope and light it
Got so high I got anxiety, Then I smoke some more to calm it down
I might eat a rapper just a vomit on the ground
Stay with the same clique, I never switch, stay all around
I don't want no beef, but I'm milking the cash cow
If I say a pickle, that's a pound
If I say a onion, that's an ounce
Yeah, stacking bread and cheese, I could make me some burgers now
I could make me some burgers now
I could make me some burgers now
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Writer(s): Joshua Garcia
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