SWITCH

Slim waist, pretty face, bet your nigga wanna taste Know you mad, he a eater, he be on my phone all day Nah, bitch this aint tayk, I ain't never did no race I don't run, I don't play, smack a bitch right in her face Uh, bitch, Thought it was Nintendo, but this ain't that type of Switch He said I wasn't end goal, but I'm not that type of bitch Goofy-ass nigga, always cryin' bout some shit Nigga ask me what I miss, text him back and say Bae, I really miss that dick, and I don't gotta write no diss Bitches know what's up with Panda, and they know it ain't shit And no, I'm not no ray, but this stinger leave you itchin Remember I was younger, Dad say stay up out that kitchen Nigga thought I was a teacher when I showed him the suspension My best friend is the Grim Reaper, Billy, Mandy, them my children Told him I am a man eater, loving you's a bad religion If he brought me to my knees, just know that nigga paid attention Told that nigga to say please, I know OG talked you to listen I don't do apologies, I want some shit, I don't gotta mention Uh, this shit is sweet to me, can't get too emotional I don't let niggas sleep with me, I can't get my cover blown So you might not be seen with me, he cannot leave me alone But I f*ck with him secretly, all you bitches is my clones I don't get mad, it's sweet to me, I be all up in my zone Chalk it up to the mystique in me