The Switch Up (feat. Skilla Baby)

Yo, it's your baby, Skilla Baby You know this my dawg, K-Dawgg With his new single "The Switch Up" Man tap in with my boy, he hard as hell on my mama, HA What Yeah. Huh? What Yeah. Yeah Alright. What Alright. Alright. Alright Yeah. Alright Alright. Yeah Hit the bitch nine times, like I'm on some 50 shit What Was planning on cuffing the hoe, but she been on pick me shit Yeah, Helen Keller whip when I'm inside Cause I keep a stick in it(yeah) Take her to my candy store like 50 cause she keep on licking it(what) Can't forgive them if they left They just see I got my money right(what) Pulling up at 3am, she know that this isn't no cuddle night Yeah, Wide body pockets Remember when them shits was running tight Tell her take the dick, but she gon' struggle. Why? She the runner type My youngin, he super slimy, get you wiped. He the Gunna type And we be with the fighting But all of my shooters on go they the gunning type Might tell a joke but just for a nigga to laugh, but we ain't the bluffing type My shorty a demon, she already know when we fucking I have her coming twice Yeah, She been taking shots all night I know that she shit face(yeah) They laughed I was dead broke, till I got my shit straight Yeah, Now calling me bro, playing my music and making a sick face(yeah) Only like my bitches bad as f*ck, I got a strict taste Yeah. Gucci pouch on the side Coolin with Shy, better hope we don't reach in it She can't come on trips She ain't my bitch, but she'll get a beach visit Niggas been riding my waves from the looks and sounds I see they sick of it. These hoes be messy as f*ck Don't give no f*ck, cause we just kicking it Straight three fives in the wood, while I'm doley, no passing I face it Yeah. K-Dawg and I'm bringing two K's like I hang with the racists Yeah. She call me facist, cause she eat it up until she faceless(yeah) Drop a bag while I'm walking in polo and bringing my bitch into sacks fifth She move like a gymnast when she in the bed Got her doing the splits and the back flips Hit from the back and I'm pulling her hair so hard she mad that the tracks ripped Ten bands I could blow up the mall When I leave make it back like a hat trick I'm a star and my mom, she know it give her some pearls like I'm Patrick When I'm up, whole gang up. We was just sharing the same clothes and a mattress Now I count money up while I'm still making it. Turn my income into passive Came from the gutter, so I need a crib in the burbs Make that shit massive. Nick at night ass rappers Should've been on Degrassi for all that acting Double tap her pics, but we don't text. Nah, I can't Snapchat Where the fitted with the fit, but I don't cap this ain't no snapback Never lacking. Look at bro when we on go, like where the strap at Money pics, but ain't got shit in person where them racks at Yeah. Huh? Where them racks at nigga Yeah. Huh? Where them racks at, nigga What? Yeah. Where them racks at Yeah. What? What? What? Yeah