Switch It Up

Huh?

Huh?

Huh?

Ayy, ayy

Let me introduce my skinny ass to y'all new ****

Gettin' money be my main hobby, who is you, ****? (Who is you?)

Matter fact, go and tell your bitch I say hachoo, **** (Hachoo)

So she can come and bless this young P like, "What it do?" ****

Bitches know I can't comprehend if you ain't talkin' dough (Nah)

**** know brodie shoot like Kobe, ain't no passes, bro (Boom, boom)

Watch him go, crop him in his picture, make it four by four (Grrah)

If he talkin' sick, it's big sticks like Geronimo (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Ayy, man, fuck a bag, I'm gettin' to these finances (Uh-huh)

Hate y'all bad broke lil' bitches with y'all fine asses

Spank him, then I'm on to the next like it's March Madness

Shit is tragic, 'member when I balled, did it with a passion (Swish)

Damn, ayy, now I'm really gettin' to this guapalade (Uh-huh)

I ain't gon' play, time just be tickin', ain't no time to waste (Nah)

You **** gay, my name all in they mouth, wonder how it taste (How it taste?)

And if you wonder how it taste, I bet your bitch gon' say it's great (She do)

Damn, ayy, sorry for your loss, let her off the leash (Let her off the leash)

That's two L's, 'cause boy, if you a dog, then that mean I'm a beast (Grr)

I'm finna feast, eat or get ate, well, ****, I'm gon' eat

Kai this and Kai that, you broke, ****, 'cause talk is cheap

Ayy, ayy, what's up with Ben Frank? (What's poppin'?)

Man, I love that old ****, that's that big bank

Them hundreds, boy (Benjis)

Like it's nothin', I be really thumbin', boy (I'm thumbin')

I'm runnin', boy

Never from no opp, but to this money, boy (Skrrt, skrrt)

So what it do? (Huh?)

And ****, who is you?

Yeah, I be stuck up in the booth sippin' on the juice

Man, roll a 'Wood

All my **** rockin', yeah, they know what's good

We locked in

Brothers by my side just like hot twins

We goin', ayy, ayy, man, I be flowin', ayy (I be flowin', ayy)

Them **** actin' like these bitches, y'all be hoein', ayy (Y'all be hoein')

Bust a date

Y'all **** shooters, y'all ain't bust a grape

I'm feelin' great

Feelin' like a boss, man, y'all can't relate

It's kinda sad (Ow), 'cause y'all be doin' bad (Uh-huh)

And everybody claim they get it, ****, where your bag? (Nah)

Not we, five sacks, it is not sweet (Nah)

'Cause I ain't matchin' on no boof that is not weed (I'm gone)