Never switch on my niggas, I'ma have to switch on your bitch, I'ma stand all the rich
That bitch think she slick, slidin' on my DMs, I let the bitch on scene
Back in that day, she used to ride on my bench She's a hoe, a hoe, but she want no problem
Like, how the f*ck could you change any common sense
You a bitch, make no sense Don't try no text me, bitch, you got a man
Tryna get in there with them If you ain't got a dime, then you got a goddamn
If you got a problem, then you gotta dive in I be getting to the money, so I gotta throw it down
A house in the hill with a bricks and a benz A time I couldn't tell, I don't need this shit happen
Not surprising, I'm looking for the dead, president
Only god can judge them, money's paying on my lanes
My heart so cold, she think I'm the grinch
Never switch on my niggas, I got rubber bands in my trap
I can't get them with my blasters, bitch, get out on my nerve
Cut my dick instead, I got no haters If you talk too much, pop, pop in your head
Girl, that help, I know dealers that consume your own shit
No more hard left slingers, f*ck you say I'ma still do my shit
I can't remember everything I did I gotta keep it so lit
Never switch on my niggas, I got rubber bands in my trap
I can't get them with my blasters, bitch, get out on my nerve
Never switch on my niggas, I got rubber bands in my trap
I can't get them with my blasters, bitch, get out on my nerve