Lyrics to Never Switched
Yeah
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Ghetto
Ghetto, Gaffle, man
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, you know what I'm sayin'
We just jumped off a PJ
We in five black BP ESVs gettin' off the E-way
Like, right on Bristol Road at the Speedway
First thing we did is went on Clio Road 'cause we need drank
Bitch, I'ma stand on business 'til my feet stink
He not a real syrup sipper, bro, that's weed drink, THC drink
Like, where that nigga at? I bet he sleep, ain't he?
They already gave me money for a verse, but they repaid
Real shit, the Feds didn't make me worse, they just remade me
I came straight home and had three babies
She don't ever get up when I say, "I gotta skeet, baby"
That's kinda—, that's kinda evil, ain't it?
They sprayed too much terps on the shit, so the weed was tainted
Remember when they had that white shit, looked like the weed was painted
Just gave the bitch five hundred dollars for a weave payment
Damn, I didn't know you can pay on weave
Of course, I seen what the text message said, it's gon' stay on Read
Known for fuckin' bitches quick and makin' 'em leave
She talkin''bout I don't trick, but I just paid for weave
Like, I had to get your hair did
That bitch got a wagon on her, so her chair big, she got a different chair
A nigga fucked my bitch and I didn't care
You know how many niggas hoes I'm finna hit this year?
Matter of fact, I might not even hit shit this year
All turnt shit
I just hit a famous bitch and got a burnt dick, but it was worth it
We just jumped off a PJ
We in five black BP ESVs gettin' off the E-way
Like, right on Bristol Road at the Speedway
First thing we did is went on Clio Road 'cause we need drank
Bitch, I'ma stand on business 'til my feet stink
He not a real syrup sipper, bro, that's weed drink, THC drink
Like, where that nigga at? I bet he sleep, ain't he?
I love how her body shaped, that shit perfect
But her ass kinda stiff, she can't twerk it, she got a BBL
We was talkin' in Vanish Mode on Instagram, but I kinda liked the bitch
So we goin' to the next step, she gettin' a Gmail
Like, when you wanna get slammed, send an email
If it ain't no response in seventy-two hours, then that shit dead
He said the hoes talkin' 'bout me, what the bitch said?
White laces everywhere, I got on Rick pants
Lululemon pants, she got thick legs
The bitch waist small, but she got big pants
Just dap me up, brodie, I don't wanna touch your dick hands
This shit real, you wanna fuck me, you need a wristband
I'm finna do damage, boy, this lil RP just kicked in, well I took ten
He got a one of Quagen in a twenty ounce pop, that shit look thin
You know you gotta go three or better
This bitch pussy so good, I don't think nothin' better
I just felt the wind breeze, damn, I need a sweater
M-I-N-E, we gettin' RICO, we use three letters
You know the FBI is the biggest gang
I ain't got no gun, but I made a call and a pistol came
A nigga put his hands on me, then a little nigga came
He hangin' out the sunroof from the corner, he got terrific aim
That nigga shot up close and didn't hit a thing
He had a .308, a hundred yards away that nigga hit a brain, he a fuckin' sniper
Man, that nigga so young, he need a fuckin' diaper
This bitch pussy just made a bucket water
Pussy so good, I might hit her in front of her daughter
Why the fuck I ask for Sexyy Red number and I never call her?
If Tris got eight percent alcohol, am I an alcoholic?
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Ghetto
Ghetto, Gaffle, man
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, you know what I'm sayin'
We just jumped off a PJ
We in five black BP ESVs gettin' off the E-way
Like, right on Bristol Road at the Speedway
First thing we did is went on Clio Road 'cause we need drank
Bitch, I'ma stand on business 'til my feet stink
He not a real syrup sipper, bro, that's weed drink, THC drink
Like, where that nigga at? I bet he sleep, ain't he?
They already gave me money for a verse, but they repaid
Real shit, the Feds didn't make me worse, they just remade me
I came straight home and had three babies
She don't ever get up when I say, "I gotta skeet, baby"
That's kinda—, that's kinda evil, ain't it?
They sprayed too much terps on the shit, so the weed was tainted
Remember when they had that white shit, looked like the weed was painted
Just gave the bitch five hundred dollars for a weave payment
Damn, I didn't know you can pay on weave
Of course, I seen what the text message said, it's gon' stay on Read
Known for fuckin' bitches quick and makin' 'em leave
She talkin''bout I don't trick, but I just paid for weave
Like, I had to get your hair did
That bitch got a wagon on her, so her chair big, she got a different chair
A nigga fucked my bitch and I didn't care
You know how many niggas hoes I'm finna hit this year?
Matter of fact, I might not even hit shit this year
All turnt shit
I just hit a famous bitch and got a burnt dick, but it was worth it
We just jumped off a PJ
We in five black BP ESVs gettin' off the E-way
Like, right on Bristol Road at the Speedway
First thing we did is went on Clio Road 'cause we need drank
Bitch, I'ma stand on business 'til my feet stink
He not a real syrup sipper, bro, that's weed drink, THC drink
Like, where that nigga at? I bet he sleep, ain't he?
I love how her body shaped, that shit perfect
But her ass kinda stiff, she can't twerk it, she got a BBL
We was talkin' in Vanish Mode on Instagram, but I kinda liked the bitch
So we goin' to the next step, she gettin' a Gmail
Like, when you wanna get slammed, send an email
If it ain't no response in seventy-two hours, then that shit dead
He said the hoes talkin' 'bout me, what the bitch said?
White laces everywhere, I got on Rick pants
Lululemon pants, she got thick legs
The bitch waist small, but she got big pants
Just dap me up, brodie, I don't wanna touch your dick hands
This shit real, you wanna fuck me, you need a wristband
I'm finna do damage, boy, this lil RP just kicked in, well I took ten
He got a one of Quagen in a twenty ounce pop, that shit look thin
You know you gotta go three or better
This bitch pussy so good, I don't think nothin' better
I just felt the wind breeze, damn, I need a sweater
M-I-N-E, we gettin' RICO, we use three letters
You know the FBI is the biggest gang
I ain't got no gun, but I made a call and a pistol came
A nigga put his hands on me, then a little nigga came
He hangin' out the sunroof from the corner, he got terrific aim
That nigga shot up close and didn't hit a thing
He had a .308, a hundred yards away that nigga hit a brain, he a fuckin' sniper
Man, that nigga so young, he need a fuckin' diaper
This bitch pussy just made a bucket water
Pussy so good, I might hit her in front of her daughter
Why the fuck I ask for Sexyy Red number and I never call her?
If Tris got eight percent alcohol, am I an alcoholic?
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