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Switched Up
Rylo Rodriguez
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Yeah
Crushed diamonds in my watch, slut she on me (woah-woah)
All my jewelry on, rollin' 'round the city one deep (woah-woah)
If she want smoke, then she actin' blunt
Them niggas smoke, them niggas Runtz
I don't care if you a fan, that boy a rat
Ain't takin' no pitches, I won't even bat
Twenty-four, shooters round me like Kobe
Twenty more, racks on me Ginรณbili
On the floor, baseball game
My shirt was soaked in blood, was sittin' in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Crushed diamonds, ashes in the Rolls Royce truck
Come from poverty, we won't even clean it up
I seen niggas die to this day still ain't got headstones (ain't got headstones)
Talk to my dawg, he locked away, say he miss his bedroom (say he miss his bedroom)
Sleepin' where the sluts roam
Hide your phone, hide your shake (shake it up, boy)
Hellcat, new model, Tyra Banks, yeah
Stunna, I might fuck around and ride the 'Vette
Twenty-four hunnid for a pint
Fucked that ho at 2:30
This car right here go two-thirty
Two blue racks city, two-thirty
Banana, Glocks and two .30s (two .30s)
My watch it come from Hell, she on demon time
I was tryna win though, I couldn't even see the blinds
How these niggas switched up on me (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
I might as well switch up on these niggas
Fuck around and put the killer on payroll (put the killer on payroll)
I shot 'em, so many Dracos (yeah, yeah)
Had them niggas shook, but my name ain't DeRozan (ain't DeRozan)
Hidin' in the open, still be feelin' like I'm closed in (like I'm closed in)
Clothesline, hung my fits on the clothespin (clothespin)
I hope a junkie don't come take it (don't come take it)
I hope a smoker don't come steal my shit (steal my shit)
I ain't fucked in a year, but that ho still my bitch
I know a trapper with a bald head, but he got hair on (heroin)
She know I don't like to hit it, she ain't got her hair on (she ain't got her wig on)
The street don't love a nigga back, I had to get on (said I'd get on, yeah)
I know life a bitch, but ain't tryna get on her (ain't tryna get on)
Hope I caught a charge, they tryna find someone to tell on (tryna rat on me)
Thinkin' back, to where we went wrong
Touch down, had to call play back, it was holdin'
My dawg still ain't free, I could've swore I seen him rollin'
Ten times the problems that I had 'fore this rap shit (on God)
Woah, woah, woah
I don't know why I'd be scared of him, if he can bleed, yeah
Still nutted even though she came bleedin' (came bleedin')
The ho I fuck with she a blood
Fucked a ho who knew Nip, say she a Crip
Red, blue, bullet tips
Don't trip, don't panic, nah, I'm lyin', panic
Shootin' dice, tryna get a bet don't care if I won a Grammy
Lot of these niggas one hit wonders, just like Lil' Sammie (lil' Sammie)
He stabbed me in my back, he turned his head, I stabbed 'em back
It was mutual
I, I wish you would know (yeah)
Glock came with a dick, I sent his bitch a nude
Dracos and foreigns, hood niggas tourin' (Dracos and foreigns, hood niggas tourin')
I'm whole but I'm tourin' (I'm whole but I'm tourin')
We pull out magazines
Like it just got borin' (like it just got borin')
I don't care if he blood, if it's smoke I'm on his ass
Tired of seein' my niggas get buried, I pray they hearse ran out of gas (yeah, yeah)
Ever since Covid, I watch them robbers rob with Corona masks (yeah, yeah)
I earned my stripes just like a tiger fuck a Carol Baskin (yeah, yeah)
They gon' need me when I'm gone (ooh)
I always wanted to make this song
He survived twenty-one years in the city
Caught a flight and he got murked out of town (what's happenin', Chi Chi? oh, woah)
I know you don't love me, ho stop playin' me (playin' me, playin' me)
I lost twenty niggas but I don't want no sympathy (I don't want no sympathy)
Stayed down with me, I ain't have a cent on me (ain't have a cent on me)
Tell me lil' ho, what you want ya rent to be? (Tell me lil' ho, what you want ya rent to be?)
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Tell me lil' ho, what you want ya rent to be? (Tell me lil' ho, what you want ya rent to be?)
Air him out, like I got the vent on me, yeah (I got the vent on me)
Got the vent on me (got the vent on me)
Layin' on me, lil' ho, don't vent on me (bitch, don't come and vent on me)
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Don't talk to me, lil' bitch, don't vent to me (bitch, I ain't tryna hear it)
From the bricks, I'll fuck a ho that's Vietnamese (fuck a ho that's Vietnamese)
Rylo, you got money, you know you make her bend her knees
Make them boys spend a hunnid on a shirt, them niggas been on tees (what's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Booked up a year straight, ain't even dropped a mixtape
Booked up a year straight, ain't even dropped a mixtape (ain't even dropped a mixtape)
She wanna leave me but she gon' need a big rake (she gon' need a big rake )
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Woah, woah, woah
Red, blue, bullet tips
Red, blue, bullet tips
Red, blue, bullet tips
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)