Switch Sides

Grrah, grrah, grrah, nigga Everything dead, nigga Suck my dick, nigga War's too nasty Hold on what, hold on bitch gang Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah Like, this shit is funny (what) Bitch you fake, don't tell me you love me He said that I'm broke and I'm bummy At the end of the day, you was begging for money (bitch) Like they mad, 'cause I was bringing them packs out I'm too tough, I can never go back down He better move or I'm clearing his background Grrah, grrah, grrah Like EK, we know you a bum And your bitch, we know she a slut, like (what) He got shot by a dyke, you dumb? It's a beam on a gun, don't run Edot Baby, I'ma flame him Niggas pussy, I know they be changing Fuck clout, I ain't tryna be famous Grrah, grrah, grrah, like I know where you lay, you know where I lay Pop out, let's play Got booked with the chop, saying what? I payed bail, you know that I'm up (nigga) Fuck that, fuck the hate Send a shot if he throw up the eight I'ma play, are you dumb, I just bought me a drac' When I up, better get out the way Nigga know, he should've picked up the pace Nigga died from a K to the face Fuck the cops I'ma go on a chase I did twenty I'm walking out chase Rat this, rat that, where the proof? That shit is just cap And I heard you ran in your sister She got shot, should've died I smoke, number five (what) I'm tweakin' and shit got me fried Fuck EK, we smoking his pop If you hop in my lane, I'ma change mine Nigga begging for money on FaceTime I'm Jamaican the Glock on my waistline And I just wanna flock, I won't waste time Made me cry, that shit lies Fuck OG's, I don't fuck with those guys And Elijah, wanna dick ride Gave you a chance and I told you to pick sides Like the game in 2K, they don't switch sides Sending shots if I'm feeling a bitch vibes Now I'm talking that real shit I just need me a deal quick All of them niggas that be in that studio I'ma run in that shit Never mind, I'ma wait by the door I'ma click, now he meeting the Lord And just in case, I won't fall And I'm thinking about going to 15 I go back, then it's back to the door Now it's open, y'all lil' niggas must be joking So I cock it, while I'm clutching my chop in my jacket Now it's back to the facts How you toss your strap, you ain't tell me to toss my strap? And I bet you ain't tell nobody that But you get on the net', and you say I'm a rat Your bills the bid, nigga, I payed half To this day, you ain't got no cash Nigga, say that You was kicked out, nowhere to go I let you stay in my home I'ma just let that shit go (nigga) Lowkey, I be fucking his hoe Grrah-grrah, grrah (nigga) Badmon, I'm a shotta I turn those noodles to pasta Sending shots, now he meeting the doctor No NLE, but I stay with my choppa Bitch, suck my dick, nigga Don't touch me, nigga Everything dead, nigga