Switch Up

They said Topher switch the flow up
I got a milli and a Bobby, you a bitch hush
You talk that shit, we gon' pull up with the blicky huh
Rain them shells like I rain 'em in the club huh (Yuh)

Ain't a shooter better then me
Talkin' that shit, leave him dead in the street
Last gentleman dissed me, he dead and deceased
You at the coroner, but yo bitch in my sheets (Yuh)

Bitches call me Mickey Mantle
Swingin' for the fuckin fences
You ain't shit bitch
Why ain't I warming benches
I ain't warming shit bitch
I might go hit a lick
I might go smoke a six
Come back and fuck your bitch sick (Yuh)

You talkin' rings, bitch I'm Tom Brady
I talk your bitch out to dinner, she a nice lady
With that ass shaking, make Topher go crazy
I fucked her then she gave me top in a new Mercedes
Topher got these bands bitch you know I ain't lazy
Clips fully loaded and these bullets heat tracing
Chillin' with the nina but you know I ain't Tracy
Clean them streets but the streets still pay me (Topher)

Bitch I switch the flow up
Then I fuck ya bro up
Then I just go up
Like I don't know ya
Switching on you bitches like it's too fuckin' easy
Call my ass Skepta 'cause I'm too damn greazy
Got you all mad 'cause you still so sleazy
I got these bands yeah, it was easy peasy (Yuh)

I said sauce it up
Bend it over bitch, imma run it up
I see a opp bitch imma shoot him up
She Topher Toph ya bitch so she gon' suck it up (Yuh)
You think you being sneaky with that shit at your waist
You ain't so preachy with that lead in your face
So many bullets runnin' Topher gon' catch a case
Fuck with Lil Topher, leave your whole hood erased

Forget about it, yuh
Imma be in this bitch while you read about it, yuh
Imma stay afloat while these boys are drowning, yuh
Imma be the prince that these hoes are crowning, yuh



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Writer(s): Young Topher
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