Rylo Rodriguez - Switched Up Lyrics (2024)

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YeahCrushed diamonds in my watch, slu*t she on me (woah-woah)All my jewelry on, rollin' 'round the city one deep (woah-woah)If she want smoke, then she actin' bluntThem nigg*s smoke, them nigg*s RuntzI don't care if you a fan, that boy a ratAin't takin' no pitches, I won't even batTwenty-four, shooters round me like KobeTwenty more, racks on me GinóbiliOn the floor, baseball game My shirt was soaked in blood, was sittin' in the nosebleeds (yeah)Crushed diamonds, ashes in the Rolls Royce truckCome from poverty, we won't even clean it upI seen nigg*s die to this day still ain't got headstones (ain't got headstones)Talk to my dawg, he locked away, say he miss his bedroom (say he miss his bedroom)Sleepin' where the slu*ts roam Hide your phone, hide your shake (shake it up, boy)Hellcat, new model, Tyra Banks, yeahStunna, I might f*ck around and ride the 'VetteTwenty-four hunnid for a pintf*cked that ho at 2:30This car right here go two-thirtyTwo blue racks city, two-thirtyBanana, Glocks and two .30s (two .30s)My watch it come from Hell, she on demon timeI was tryna win though, I couldn't even see the blindsHow these nigg*s switched up on me (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)I might as well switch up on these nigg*sF*ck around and put the killer on payroll (put a killer on payroll)I shot 'em, send him the Draco (yeah, yeah)Had them nigg*s shook, but my name ain't DeRozan (ain't DeRozan)Hidin' in the open, still be feelin' like I'm closed in (like I'm closed in)Clothesline, how my fists on the clothespin (clothespin)I hope a jacker don't come take it (don't come take it)I hope a smoker don't come steal my sh*t (steal my sh*t)I ain't f*cked in a year, but that ho still my bitchI know a trapper with a bald head, but he got hair on (heroin)She know I don't like to hit it, she ain't got her hair onThe street don't love a nigg* back, I had to get on (said I'd get on, yeah)I know life a bitch, but ain't tryna get on her (ain't tryna get on)Hope I caught a charge, they tryna find someone to tell on (tryna rat on me)Thinkin' back, to where we went wrongTouch down, had to call play back, it was holdin'My dawg still ain't free, I could've swore I seen him rollin'Ten types of problems that I had 'fore this rap sh*t (on God)Woah, woah, woahI don't know why I'd be scared of him, if he can bleed, yeahStill nutted even though she came bleedin' (came bleedin')The ho I f*ck with she a bloodFor the whole new nip, say she a CripRed, blue, bullet tipsDon't trip, don't panic, nah, I'm lyin', panicShootin' dice, tryna get a bet don't care if I won a GrammyLot of these nigg*s one hit wonders, just like Lil' Sammie (lil' Sammie)He stabbed me in my back, he turned his head, I stabbed em backIt was mutualI, I wish you would know (yeah)Glock came with a dick, I sent his bitch a nudeDracos and foreigns, hood nigg*s tourin' (Dracos and foreigns, hood nigg*s tourin')I'm whole but I'm tourin' (I'm whole but I'm tourin')We pull out magazinesLike it just got borin' (like it just got borin')I don't care if he blood, if it's smoke I'm on his assTired of seein' my nigg*s get buried, I pray they hearse ran out of gas (yeah, yeah)Ever since Kobe, I watch them ride the route, Corona masks (yeah, yeah)I earned my stripes just like a tiger f*ck a Carol Baskin (yeah, yeah)They gon' need me when I'm gone (ooh)I always wanted to make this songHe survived twenty-one years in the city Caught a flight and he got murked out of town (what's happenin', Chi Chi? oh, woah)I know you don't love me, ho stop playin' me (playin' me, playin' me)I lost twenty nigg*s but I don't want no sympathy (I don't want no sympathy)Stayed down with me, I ain't have a cent on me (ain't have a cent on me)Tell me lil' ho, what you want ya rent to be? (Tell me lil' ho, what you want ya rent to be?)(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)Tell me lil' ho, what you want ya rent to be? (Tell me lil' ho, what you want ya rent to be?)Air him out, like I got the vent on me, yeah (I got the vent on me)Got the vent on me (got the vent on me)Layin' on me, lil' ho, don't vent on me (bitch, don't come and vent on me)(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)Don't talk to me, lil' bitch, don't vent to me (bitch, I ain't tryna hear it)From the bricks, I'll f*ck a ho that's Vietnamese (f*ck a ho that's Vietnamese)Rylo, you got money, you know you make her bend her kneesMake them boys spend a hunnid on a shirt, them nigg*s been on tees (what's happenin', Chi Chi?)Booked up a year straight, ain't even dropped a mixtapeBooked up a year straight, ain't even dropped a mixtape (ain't even dropped a mixtape)She wanna leave me but she gon' need a big rake (she gon' need a big rake )(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)Woah, woah, woahRed, blue, bullet tipsRed, blue, bullet tipsRed, blue, bullet tips(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

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