Switch Up! Lyrics

Take out some racks and I ball like a pick up

Yeah

Fllr fllr flrt

Watch how I switch up

My mind ain't really in it I wish I could call you and you would pick up

Yeah

Need you to tell me keep my chin up

Yeah

Stuff a wood and spark his man's

She let me record her but ain't got no only fans

Pop one to the head

Said she never took no xanz

Might drop a woah up on my wrist to make these diamonds dance

Make 'em chacha

Put my head down for a year and the money was like Tada

Put this yeah up in her stomach tickle she like Haha

Pull this blicky out my sleeve its magic I'm like Wala

Niggas get to actin up and this bitch going grata

Yeah

She call me papa

I need my wrist on wata'

I'm the Don Dadda

I ain't wit none of that rara

These niggas my sons lemme grab the baba

I get high like Rasta but ain't sipping on flaka

Spinin 'round their block like latitude

Jamaican fine fine but she got a lil attitude

This money got 'em acting so irrational

Niggas switching up look I ain't even Mad at you

I'm used to it

My heart got so much pain so I get faded like a step back

Ain't even hop off a plane but this za done gave me jet lag

The stick tucked in the duffle take his spirit this ain't no checked bag

Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah

Take out some racks and I ball like a pick up

Yeah

Fllr fllr flrt

Watch how I switch up

My mind ain't really in it I wish I could call you and you would pick up

Yeah

Need you to tell me keep my chin up

Yeah

Stuff a wood and spark his man's

She let me record her but ain't got no only fans

Pop one to the head

Said she never took no xanz

Might drop a woah up on my wrist to make these diamonds dance

Swing this whip like batter up

You sayin shit not adding up

Used to deal with it but now I'm done and I done had enough

Yeah yeah had it rough

(Click click)

Had a puff

Sorry if I'm forward but lil momma can you back it up

Too much hunnids in these jeans it got my pockets stuffed

Too much weed to fit this paper had to grind it up

Ion care if niggas rock wit us got glockies tucked

Basic bitch before I met her till I piped her up

Ain't touching no net when I ball I got the nicest touch

In my soul and my spirit I feel it

Lose control and I'm gone I can't steer it

I hope you hear this

Yeah

Take out some racks and I ball like a pick up

Yeah

Fllr fllr flrt

Watch how I switch up

My mind ain't really in it I wish I could call you and you would pick up

Yeah

Need you to tell me keep my chin up

Yeah

Stuff a wood and spark his man's

She let me record her but ain't got no only fans

Pop one to the head

Said she never took no xanz

Might drop a woah up on my wrist to make these diamonds dance