Switch
That bitch wanna choose up and change then imma go get me another
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang and then you hon say you my brother like
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang
Yeah yeah yeah
Said we got them sticks if he talkin down we take his soul yeah
Off the drank shorty I'm never sober I'm finna pour up again
Why these niggas tryn eat off my plate they reachin round me with they hand
When I count up I count up again no this shit never end
I'm goin fast on that road to riches
I'm goin fast in that stoley whippin
Said my niggas up in the trenches I'm finna make it out give them a golden ticket
Said I'm up next yeah they told me then
Throw the phone on dnd know it's harder to reach I won't pick up the phone again
I'm too locked in in my zone again
That bitch wanna choose up and change then imma go get me another
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang and then you hon say you my brother like
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang
How you gon switch on the gang and say you my bro
On bro nigga no you not
You could say what you want
You could think what you want
It don't matter cuz I won't stop
And she like when I beat up the box
Said that I thought u was here but you not
No cap got unlimited shots
Don't be stupid and come through the block
Or you could get hit on this road to riches
He showin off when he get around bitches
He grab the stick just to take him a picture
Niggas be doin the shit for attention
No new niggas I stay with the members
25 for the line I ain't talkin December
Can't smoke I still blow gas in the rental
Imma stomp on the gas I don't gotta be gentle
Told Gene I don't think we could miss
This bitch stupid she think imma trick
Uh
I ain't buyin shit
Most she could get is some food and some dick
Uh
I'll never switch
Ridin with hammers cuz we from the bricks
Uh
He don't know his niche
We take his soul for thinkin he the shit
Said we got them sticks if he talkin down we take his soul yeah
Off the drank shorty I'm never sober I'm finna pour up again
Why these niggas tryn eat off my plate they reachin round me with they hand
When I count up I count up again no this shit never end
I'm goin fast on that road to riches
I'm goin fast in that stoley whippin
Said my niggas up in the trenches I'm finna make it out give them a golden ticket
Said I'm up next yeah they told me then
Throw the phone on dnd know it's harder to reach I won't pick up the phone again
I'm too locked in in my zone again
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang and then you hon say you my brother like
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang
Yeah yeah yeah
Said we got them sticks if he talkin down we take his soul yeah
Off the drank shorty I'm never sober I'm finna pour up again
Why these niggas tryn eat off my plate they reachin round me with they hand
When I count up I count up again no this shit never end
I'm goin fast on that road to riches
I'm goin fast in that stoley whippin
Said my niggas up in the trenches I'm finna make it out give them a golden ticket
Said I'm up next yeah they told me then
Throw the phone on dnd know it's harder to reach I won't pick up the phone again
I'm too locked in in my zone again
That bitch wanna choose up and change then imma go get me another
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang and then you hon say you my brother like
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang
How the fuck you gon switch on the gang
How you gon switch on the gang and say you my bro
On bro nigga no you not
You could say what you want
You could think what you want
It don't matter cuz I won't stop
And she like when I beat up the box
Said that I thought u was here but you not
No cap got unlimited shots
Don't be stupid and come through the block
Or you could get hit on this road to riches
He showin off when he get around bitches
He grab the stick just to take him a picture
Niggas be doin the shit for attention
No new niggas I stay with the members
25 for the line I ain't talkin December
Can't smoke I still blow gas in the rental
Imma stomp on the gas I don't gotta be gentle
Told Gene I don't think we could miss
This bitch stupid she think imma trick
Uh
I ain't buyin shit
Most she could get is some food and some dick
Uh
I'll never switch
Ridin with hammers cuz we from the bricks
Uh
He don't know his niche
We take his soul for thinkin he the shit
Said we got them sticks if he talkin down we take his soul yeah
Off the drank shorty I'm never sober I'm finna pour up again
Why these niggas tryn eat off my plate they reachin round me with they hand
When I count up I count up again no this shit never end
I'm goin fast on that road to riches
I'm goin fast in that stoley whippin
Said my niggas up in the trenches I'm finna make it out give them a golden ticket
Said I'm up next yeah they told me then
Throw the phone on dnd know it's harder to reach I won't pick up the phone again
I'm too locked in in my zone again
Credits
Writer(s): Gene Clemetson
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