21 Savage - Switch Up lyrics
21 Savage [Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph] Plaistow, London, U.K/Atlanta, GA, U.S. 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[21 Savage - Switch Up lyrics]
Yo yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
I got bad habit's, thrown' cash on the thots
Way too grown to throw a punch, bitch
I throw shots (yeah)
Went to middle school, deuce-five in my lock
(yeah)
Went hollow to VC, DC, got it hot (yeah)
I'ma jump the fence if they ask for my ID
(Straight up)
Last nigga T-R-Y me, on the IV (Straight up)
Seven, six, five, four, three, 21, me (21)
When I was a youngin', stayed in Eagle
Run in BC (That too)
Central Drive where I got my first 223
Handin' out shots, he got four
And she got two or three (Straight up)
Ran hot box, 1500, we got two or three
(Straight up)
Peelin' with a flat head, yeah, I was on it
(yeah) stealin' honey buns out the store
I was a youngin' (yeah)
Slammed down this pump on your head
Andre Drummond (yeah)
Face card, fucked up, want nobody from it
(yeah)
Face down, ass up, put it in her stomach
(yeah) i'm on 30s, bitch
And I think I'm boutta vomit (21)
I got fish scale, and it look like cum
(On God) used to whip the work
And I put that on my money (On God)
Savage, Al Capone, hit a nigga with the Tommy
(On God) dumb shit, feelin' like Osama
I might bomb shit (yeah)
Baby daddy broke
So I guess he on his bum shit (yeah)
Dumb rich, need a Percocet just to function
(yeah) this bitch got me twisted
She think I'm spaghetti junction
Switchin' up my hoes
Like I change my clothes
Switchin' up my hoes
Like I change my clothes
Switchin' up my hoes
Like I change my clothes
Switchin' up my hoes
Like I change my clothes
Baby, give me throat, let a nigga poke (yeah)
Your baby daddy broke
I fronted him his dough (Straight up)
I hit you on the low (Straight up)
'cause he is not is my bro (Straight up)
I don't trust you hoes (Straight up)
Leave your iPhones at the door (Straight up)
I got bad habit's, thrown' cash on the thots
Way too grown to throw a punch, bitch
I throw shots (yeah)
Went to middle school, deuce-five in my lock
(yeah)
Went hollow to VC, DC, got it hot (yeah)
I'ma jump the fence if they ask for my ID
(Straight up)
Last nigga T-R-Y me, on the IV (Straight up)
Seven, six, five, four, three, 21, me (21)
When I was a youngin', stayed in Eagle
Run in BC (That too)
Central Drive where I got my first 223
Handin' out shots, he got four
And she got two or three (Straight up)
Ran hot box, 1500, we got two or three
(Straight up)
Peelin' with a flat head, yeah, I was on it
(yeah) stealin' honey buns out the store
I was a youngin' (yeah)
Slammed down this pump on your head
Andre Drummond (yeah)
Face card, fucked up, want nobody from it
(yeah)
Face down, ass up, put it in her stomach
(yeah) i'm on 30s, bitch
And I think I'm boutta vomit (21)
I got fish scale, and it look like cum
(On God) used to whip the work
And I put that on my money (On God)
Savage, Al Capone, hit a nigga with the Tommy
(On God) dumb shit, feelin' like Osama
I might bomb shit (yeah)
Baby daddy broke
So I guess he on his bum shit (yeah)
Dumb rich, need a Percocet just to function
(yeah) this bitch got me twisted
She think I'm spaghetti junction
Switchin' up my hoes
Like I change my clothes
Switchin' up my hoes
Like I change my clothes
Switchin' up my hoes
Like I change my clothes
Switchin' up my hoes
Like I change my clothes
Baby, give me throat, let a nigga poke (yeah)
Your baby daddy broke
I fronted him his dough (Straight up)
I hit you on the low (Straight up)
'cause he is not is my bro (Straight up)
I don't trust you hoes (Straight up)
Leave your iPhones at the door (Straight up)