Switch Up Lyrics

Piano in the back, getting jazzy, ooh

Hitting those notes, but this ain't classical

Hip-hop, with rap straight passing through

To the top, no cap, imma be passing you

Like basketball, I straight pass it through

Pull up, shoot the ball, straight pass the hoop

Hear that swish, stay casual

Catch straight back up, I'm crafty too

Thought I should switch it up, get my jazz on

Getting groovy, drifting up, better hold your hats on

Missing lungs, or just at the bottom of stacks on

No hugs, if you risky better fasten up

A bumpy ride, climbing up the stairs to above the sky

I wonder why, everybody rush their rhymes

I take my time, no Russian lines, no war mentions, don't address the crimes

I ain't that guy, I'm just here to have fun with my life

To have fun with the time I have, Ay yuh

Kick the song off with some jazz, Ay yuh

Rappers keep dropping things hidden in their stash

Trust me when I say I got a few things to add

I ain't washed up, I ain't dried out

Watch them how they fly south

Darkness hit the lights out

Better bounce, better fly out

Lyrics all got typed out

I don't tend to write down

When they tap out, rap album, Ay

It's on sight now

Piano in the back, getting jazzy, ooh

Hitting those notes, but this ain't classical

Hip-hop, with rap straight passing through

To the top, no cap, imma be passing you

Like basketball, I straight pass it through

Pull up, shoot the ball, straight pass the hoop

Air ball, Ay, it's laughable

Catch straight back up, I'm crafty too

I came straight back in for the second verse

I'm flames when I stutter it, no questions first

My game, is to much for him, he gone finna hurt

My plane, when it's coming in, it gone flip the earth

Upside down, doctor be getting stranger

Metal frown, Ned Kelly, bush ranger

Ain't up now, ain't get no wager

Take a page out the book, all the questions asked later

Half robot, terminator, like my face half metal

Eyes all red, I ain't high, just a little evil

Like an infinite source keep it going like a farmer

I be cutting through people, like I'm a chainsaw held by Dahmer

Held by Jeffrey, he's the worst to hold that name or is Epstein

Scratch that, it's Jeffrey

I be on the next scene

Talk about killers cause there could be one standing next to me

Talking 'bout thriller, the walking dead decide to dance with me

Piano in the back, getting jazzy, ooh

Hitting those notes, but this ain't classical

Hip-hop, with rap straight passing through

To the top, no cap, imma be passing you

Like basketball, I straight pass it through

Pull up, shoot the ball, straight pass the hoop, ay

Hear that swish, stay casual

Catch straight back up, I'm crafty too, Ay

Godamn, Yessir

I'm crafty too