Switch Up
Wanna know where I'm finna be
Stacking bands roll in my new city
You wanna know where I'm finna be
Ask yo bitch she's in the back with me
Talk yo shit well imma light this tree
Switch the flow you cannnot fuck with me
Why'd you switch up
Your fake
You lie right to my face
Always building up these walls
But I be busting through the gate
You be living in a lie
You should've stayed out on the lake
You posting on the gram
Just want attention from the K
Always tryna bring me down
But people know better
Think your on the top
Hoo
You should remeasure
SIx'six no chicks
Five'ten your bitch
All these people end up beefing
Keep on stacking up my list
Different party every weekend but we staying in a group
You Better hope we feeling nice
So we ain't running up run on you
I Got my boys they stand beside me
And they all be down to fight
Everybody wants to know if we go end this shit tonight
Music coming up It's time to listen I went solo
Had to write your bars you didn't like so i flip the flow
Ns Boyle in this studio
Write it up and make it blow
Racks are coming up gotta keep that grind
Typsy died
You wanna know where I'm finna be
Ask yo bitch she's in the back with me
Talk yo shit well imma light this tree
Switch the flow you cannnot fuck with me
All talking
No walking
Egotistical as fuck
You getting played just like a rook
I got this thing figured out
We finna our mommas proud
Imma be on stage while your crying by the crowd
I don't wanna bring you down so imma spread the word
People seem to like you when you go unheard
Loaded up the clip imma shoot you like a bird
Listen to my words and this lesson will be learnt
Make it to the top as I'm downing another bottle
And Hitting on the dash cause you know she go full throttle
Now I'm chasing the bag the only bitch there was is you
Caught you walking alone while I'm whipping to the sault
If you tryna jump me than you gotta drop a couple bands
Two k not enough and you gotta send a couple hand
Your a little boy tryna say your man
Looking up to me cause I know that your a fan
I'm Chasing the bag
Now I'm chasing the cash if you think I need you
Then you thought too fast
Imma sit back and smirk well I count up my racks
Shoulda went solo and that's a fact
You wanna know where I'm finna be
Ask yo bitch she's in the back with me
Talk yo shit well imma light this tree
Switch the flow you cannnot fuck with me
You wanna know where I'm finna be
Ask yo bitch she's in the back with me
Talk yo shit well imma light this tree
Switch the flow you cannnot fuck with me
Stacking bands roll in my new city
You wanna know where I'm finna be
Ask yo bitch she's in the back with me
Talk yo shit well imma light this tree
Switch the flow you cannnot fuck with me
Why'd you switch up
Your fake
You lie right to my face
Always building up these walls
But I be busting through the gate
You be living in a lie
You should've stayed out on the lake
You posting on the gram
Just want attention from the K
Always tryna bring me down
But people know better
Think your on the top
Hoo
You should remeasure
SIx'six no chicks
Five'ten your bitch
All these people end up beefing
Keep on stacking up my list
Different party every weekend but we staying in a group
You Better hope we feeling nice
So we ain't running up run on you
I Got my boys they stand beside me
And they all be down to fight
Everybody wants to know if we go end this shit tonight
Music coming up It's time to listen I went solo
Had to write your bars you didn't like so i flip the flow
Ns Boyle in this studio
Write it up and make it blow
Racks are coming up gotta keep that grind
Typsy died
You wanna know where I'm finna be
Ask yo bitch she's in the back with me
Talk yo shit well imma light this tree
Switch the flow you cannnot fuck with me
All talking
No walking
Egotistical as fuck
You getting played just like a rook
I got this thing figured out
We finna our mommas proud
Imma be on stage while your crying by the crowd
I don't wanna bring you down so imma spread the word
People seem to like you when you go unheard
Loaded up the clip imma shoot you like a bird
Listen to my words and this lesson will be learnt
Make it to the top as I'm downing another bottle
And Hitting on the dash cause you know she go full throttle
Now I'm chasing the bag the only bitch there was is you
Caught you walking alone while I'm whipping to the sault
If you tryna jump me than you gotta drop a couple bands
Two k not enough and you gotta send a couple hand
Your a little boy tryna say your man
Looking up to me cause I know that your a fan
I'm Chasing the bag
Now I'm chasing the cash if you think I need you
Then you thought too fast
Imma sit back and smirk well I count up my racks
Shoulda went solo and that's a fact
You wanna know where I'm finna be
Ask yo bitch she's in the back with me
Talk yo shit well imma light this tree
Switch the flow you cannnot fuck with me
You wanna know where I'm finna be
Ask yo bitch she's in the back with me
Talk yo shit well imma light this tree
Switch the flow you cannnot fuck with me
Credits
Writer(s): Brayden Boyle
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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