Trapbabyhienest - Switch On You

I you was broke would that nigga pay ya rent for you Nigga fuck around and switch on you Nigga fuck around and snitch on you
You get jammed You really think that nigga bouta hit the fence for you
Nigga come to ya defense for you You better look out for ya self These niggas a trade a bitch for you
Probably trade a couple zips for you You get that money on ya head you dead
I hear em talking man I know these niggas hating
Last Nigga got killed playing crazy I can show you how to move a whole mountain Take a whole day to count it Even wit a money counter im saying
I know them people Nigga fuck wit me tuff Every time I hit the road Nigga throw me a truck
Its crazy my bitch tripping like enough is enough But im thinking I ain't buried enough I need more
Aint I tell you when I came home from prison its on the floor Posted in the trap Fuck rap and the tour
Im just worried bout that money at the door Nigga said he needed one I went n brought his ass a four for sure
Waste ya energy on rapping and shit I got a play Im unwrapping this I need a nine
You niggas wanna know where Im at Im doing fine
How to be a millionaire Nigga grind times grind fa show
If you was broke would that nigga pay ya rent for you Nigga fuck around and switch on you The nigga fuck around and snitch on you
Get jammed You really think that nigga bouta hit the fence for you
Come to your defense for you look out for ya self These niggas a trade a bitch for you
Probably trade a couple zips for you You get that money on ya head you dead
Bitch you know I be on point game tight Sell a hundred in one night
Bitch I'm bringing choppas to a gun fight Hundred round drums it aint none light
Im from Whittier Im sure its plenty men
Probably wanna see me broke without a penny left Nigga thats ya lil bitch she give plenty neck We aint never had a drought we got plenty left
O uon wanna die mind ya business then
You sent a box I sent a whole minivan
Getting money in my blood Nigga My dad uncles cousins all my brothers all drug dealers
Married to the game Nigga but aint no love in it That black Gucci bag got my gun in it
The section where Im from got the drugs in it The section where Im from got the
O you think a nigga sweet you got the wrong nigga Im still working three phones
God blessing all the trap niggas on my ring tone
I usta call my swerves back off the church phone
If you was broke would that nigga pay ya rent for you The nigga fuck around and switch on you
The nigga fuck around and snitch on you You get jammed
You really think that nigga bouta hit the fence for you Nigga come to ya defense for you
You better look out for ya self These niggas a trade a bitch for you
Probably trade a couple zips for you You get the money on ya head you dead

Written by:
Floyd Simms

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