Switch up on My Hoe

Intro:

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Switch

High as fuck

Damn

Verse:

I don't give a F 'bout your feelings

Lil bitch, i don't got no ceiling

I got white and it does sellin'

I got green and it does sellin' (Bang bang)

They poor, they do not sippin'

I feel like Jason, I want her screamin' (Let's go)

Drop a body, leave him dead right on the pavement

(That's a spin a bin)

Then we spin in Mercedes

We left him dead, did him unfair

I wanna fuck, I ain't no racist

I feel like your neck match my razor (Squaa)

I feel like hoe, you hoe but I feel like we fully different (Uh-uhh)

I do this shit for myself, I don't do for image

Who that hoe, aye (Who?)

Who that hoe? It ain't my hoe

If it's relate to my brother I might swtich up on a hoe (Haa)

I get some bands, designer pants

That B&W, ain't no raw

Bitch throw your shit right outta crib

Im feeling sad among ya hoes (Slatt, slatt)

I sit here n Im thinkin'

Just curious what taste like all the bullets that I gave them (Haa)

N my bro just rob him quick, n I hope they was no witness

Fuck the fame, I want get money

Want my pyrex whippin' whitney

All the sillys do the talkin'

Ain't talkin', ain't silly

My cash do it 'stead of me

Ain't talkin' man, Im just speakin'

Caught him twice like it's a extra therapy, it ain't no ceiling

Im ballin till Im 88, you 'ready know we never finish (Gang)

Hook:

Might switch up on my hoe, switch up on my bitch

I might switch up on my hoe

I might switch up on my bitch, switch up on my hoe

I might switch up on my bitch, might switch up on my hoe

Outro:

Gang, what, uh-huh

What, uh-huh