Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Switched Up , by - Rylo Rodriguez. Release date: 26.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Switched Up |
| Crushed diamonds in my watch, slashin' at me |
| All my jewelry on, rolling 'round the city one deep |
| 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 bunt |
| Twenty-four, shooter round me like Kobe |
| Twenty more, racks on me Ginóbili |
| On the floor, baseball game, my shirt was soaked in blood, would see the |
| nosebleed, 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 (Got headstones) |
| Talk to my dawg, he locked away, say he miss his bedroom (Say he miss his |
| bedroom) |
| Sleepin' with a room (Sleepin' with a toy) |
| Hide your phone, hide your change (Shake it up, boy) |
| Hellcat, new model, Tyra Banks, yeah |
| Stunna, I might fuck around and ride the 'Vette |
| Twenty-four hunnid for a |
| Call that hoe at 2:30 |
| This car right here go two-thirty |
| Two blue racks city, two-thirty |
| Banana, Glocks and 2−30's (2−30) |
| My watch it come from Hell, she on demon time |
| I was tryna win though, I couldn’t even see the blinds |
| (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) |
| How these niggas switched up on me, I might as well switch up on these niggas |
| Fuck around and put the killer on payroll (Put a killer on payroll) |
| I shot 'em, send him the draco (Yeah, yeah) |
| Had them niggas shook, but my name ain’t DeRozan (Ain't DeRozan) |
| Hiding in the open, still be feelin like I’m closed in |
| Clothesline, how my fists on the clothespin |
| I hope a jacker 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 hoe 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 |
| 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 I’m tryna get on hurr' (Tryna get on) |
| They hope I catch a charge, they tryna find someone to tell on, he 'bout to |
| tell on, tryna rat on |
| Thinkin' back, now 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' (I was here) |
| Ten types of 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 can bleed (Can believe) |
| she a blood |
| For the whole new Nip, say she a Crip |
| Red, blue, bullet tips |
| Don’t trip, don’t panic… nah I’m lying, panic |
| Shooting dice, tryna get a bet don’t care if I won a Grammy |
| Lot of these niggas one hit wonders, just like lil sammy |
| He stabbed me in my back, he turned his head, I stabbed em back |
| It was mutual |
| I wish you would know |
| Glock came with a dick, I sent this 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') |
| Don’t care if he blood, if it’s smoke I’m on his ass |
| I tried to send my nigga to get buried, I pray they hurse ran out of gas (Yeah, |
| yeah) |
| Ever since Kobe, I watch them run around with Corona masks (Yeah, yeah) |
| I earned my stripes just like a tiger fuck a care basket (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 (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) |
| Caught a flight and he got murked out of town (Oh woah) |
| I know you don’t love me, hoe 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 sense on me) |
| Tell me lil' hoe, what you want ya rent to be? |
| (Tell me lil' hoe, |
| what you want ya rent to be?) |
| (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) |
| Tell me lil' hoe, what you want ya rent to be? |
| (Tell me lil' hoe, |
| what you want ya rent to be?) |
| Air him out, like I got the vent on me, yea (I got the vent on me) |
| Got the vent on me, got the vent on me |
| Laying on me, lil' hoe, 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 hoe that’s vietnamese Rylo, you got money, |
| you know you make her bend her knees |
| Way them boys spennin' hunnid on shirt, them niggas been on tees (What's |
| happenin', Chi Chi?) |
| Booked up a year straight, I ain’t dropped a mixtape |
| Booked up a year straight, ain’t eenn dropped a mixtape |
| She wanna leave me but she gon' need a big rake (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) |
| Woah, woah |
| Red, blue, bullet tips |
| Red, blue, bullet tips |
| Red, blue, bullet tips |
| Red, blue, bullet tips |
| (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) |