Youthlovefreedom - Switched Up

Baby you fucked up right when you switched up
Focus on the bands money imma get up
Pick up my chin take care of my kin
Glued to my senses just like a sticker
In my mode hot like a stove
Triple digits on the dash I'm on the road
Open my eyes no more woes
No more lies closed my doors
Foreign wheels
Butterfly wings
I am not a hero
We cannot link hoe
Too charm I can't run out of luck
Switched up your flow now I can't give a fuck
You gave me a reason to not say what's up
Half of my fault was helping you up
Yeah and I was all for you
But I felt I was used
Nothing I could do now you act brand new
No more romance I'm just trying to get these bands
Chrome Hearts on my denims
Chains on my neck like tandem
I am a new man
Switched up my whole game plan
Fuck a bitch cause I got all these dividends
All these dividends
Cruising with my crew won't roll up on you
Fuckin' with my head is something you don't do
Ice on my neck gotta keep my cool
Kapital on my arms gon' flex on you
Actin' like a wood you ain't got guts
I been making waves like slapping on butts
This is getting major I gotta make some cuts
Need to get Pro can't hang with grunts
Bitch I'm a star you can feed on my dust
I am too real gotta earn my trust
I can go nuts don't make me bust
Talk shit, no fucks, you sound like Russ
I am too immaculate
If I die young no one else can fit
Yeah you can really suck my dick
Cause all you do is spit
Baby you fucked up right when you switched up
Focus on the bands money imma get up
Pick up my chin take care of my kin
Glued to my senses just like a sticker
In my mode hot like a stove
Triple digits on the dash I'm on the road
Open my eyes no more woes
No more lies closed my doors
I can't wait 'till I'm up more than I already am
Imma be booked and busy like "where he at?"
Don't act friendly when I'm a millionaire
Don't claim shit with me when you weren't really there
Don't wonder if I fuck with you
Cause I really don't fuckin' do
You just part of an interlude
You really ain't nothing new
I'm starting to act real cold
None of this shit can make me fold
I'll just stay at home
Only go outside to get some dough
I should've stayed alone
My heart can't take no hoes
Do not hit up my phone
Unless you're one of my goals
Unless you're one of my goals

Written by:
Allen Ramirez

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