Switchlanes got the fire
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Yeah, hop on the beat, know I'm doing a murder
Shawty be Spanish, she want me to answer
I ain't got time bitch I'm going up faster
Bag full of racks in the back seat, uh
Hop in the beam and we swervin', yeah
He tryna beg for a free feat
Remember last year he ain't wanna meet
I'm like fuck 'em, fuck 'em
I'm good and you not, whoa
Too much hypocrites so I had to stay solo
They just copy my flow
While I'm getting big dough
You know I can't miss though
I'm still hella pissed so, whoa
I get that bag and I'm gone, hey
Why you still hittin' my phone up?
Told you to leave me alone
You calling back 'cause I'm iced up
Pullin' up in a Benz truck
We all know your shit suck
Big racks got big bucks, yeah
Big body Bentley you know that it's us, damn
Spazzin' on the beat, you know it's a must damn
I do this for me, I do this for the fam (I do this for the fam)
Flying out Paris straight to Amsterdam, yeah
I know I can't trust you
You gon' stab my back yeah
You want me to love you
Shawty move back
I can't trust no girl
Bitch, I can't lose my time
You making it hard for me girl
I'd rather hang with my slimes
And I'm like fuck him, fuck him
You don't need no husband
Deep like in this bitch I might just fuck on all your cousin
Like that
Hit it from the back in the back like that
Ride around town with a demon
I wanna know what you see in him, baby
And I wanna know why he's driving you crazy, like
You know, you know what you really want
Too slow, too slow, what you waiting on?
Nympho, nympho what you really on, yeah
Tell me what you really on
Does he know things that you send to me?
And does he know things that you said to me?
Does he know things that you keep from him?
Oh nah
And you know I can't love you
Only for the night
And you know I can't trust you
You out here catching flights
And you know that I'll lust you
All throughout the night
And you know that I'll lust you (oh)
Yeah, and I can't trust you
And you can't trust me, yeah
No, I can't love you
Yeah, that's what I'm saying
I'm like fuck 'em, fuck 'em
I'm good and you not, whoa
Too much hypocrites so I had to stay solo
They just copy my flow
While I'm getting big dough
You know I can't miss though
I'm still hella pissed so, whoa
I get that bag and I'm gone, hey
Why you still hittin' my phone up
Told you to leave me alone
You calling back 'cause I'm iced up
Pullin' up in a Benz truck
We all know your shit suck
Big racks got big bucks, yeah