SWITCH

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[Verse] (Yeah) Know I'm from outside, I brought fifty, my Glock got a fifty Go with your man, boy, don't fuck if she iffy You niggas gon' feel it, for real, I ain't sippin' Ain't nothin' but some' "go get this bread" what I'm kickin' I'm stuck with my dogs, they on side I was pickin' One be the finest and one be the thickest Don't play wit' me, I bring out mask with the dickies Don't argue with niggas that ain't worth my wrist She told you a lie, she was burblin' on dick I pray every day for the curses and shit My young nigga 'bout it, he workin' that stick She know that he pussy, for sure, he a lick And I'm sayin' this money be makin' 'em sick Okay, you did play but they shot at your wicks Ayy, bitch, you should know that this bread is my fix My check goin' up on 'em, double down This binary AR shoot double rounds Thеy missed wit' the car, then thеy run him down He hit me, ''Huh, that's how that money sound'' I graduated with no cap and gown You lyin' for sure, why you cappin' down This Rollie new diamonds a hundred pounds I don't know why you wanna start some shit that you know you cannot finish Hope you get the point, pointers on me, nigga, hundred K baby, each tennis (Go, lil' nigga) She got a golden rule, I can't leave if I don't finish Broke the ho, gambling house, gave my ho all my winnings Pulled up on them niggas, four hundred, Ferrari truck, okay Tryna click, gon' get you a shovel and a spot to lay SUV I did that for night time, I'm in that drop by day I've been goin' strong since the start, they never dropped my pay Yeah, she got a lil' bitty problem, she screamin' splash her face I know that she lyin' 'bout her lovin' me, how you love the taste? I got a confession for bitches, I sure do hate them lace I'm goin' every ethnicity, I might jus' make a race I get a bag first and then I'ma see how her ass work (Yeah) I'm havin', that shit be my last work You can't take the truth, so don't ask her (Ask that ho) I said nothin' but six with my last vert I will not say shit, I won't blast her I'm seein' that she hot that I passed her Ain't love her for sure, but I trashed her (Yeah) Don't make me start pullin' these toys out I hit your lil' bitch with a boycott (Go) Ain't nothin' but my kids gettin' a soft spot The work with that scrape, nigga, all pot They say we got problems, we all hot Them lil' niggas followers, all bots I'm seein' none to say, they all thots I pay it in full at all lots (Ho-ass) Smoking nigga, I'ma smoke your baby Here for suckin' dick, don't touch my weed I can't go full throttle, I eat pussy good, they won't leave Oh, he is a real killer, but your dog died 'cause he won't squeeze She gon' treat me like a king, only lock eyes on yo' knees That shit light for real, it's twenty K and he will not breathe I went ocean air on my neck, this shit for or five seas If they catch me, I'm a mute, it ain't nothin' I plead You wastin' time with that bitch, man, you know her type me
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- Southside