SWITCH! ft. Chief Godd Lyrics

Why did I pray if my sins keep repeating

I'm higher than Christ and I'm crossed like I'm Jesus

I'm rising my stock and I'm only a fetus

I'm growing up quick like my past was repeating

Don't beat around the bush when you asking a question

I'm keeping it clean, but I'm liking it nasty

I'm smoking on lead and I'm smoking on plastic

I'm pushing the charts, trying to get me a Grammy

But bitch I'm too clean, looking like sex while I'm smelling like green

Making burritos and nachos while I'm popping his bean

Guess he stuck in his head until he making it bleed

But he move like a feen, boy you a geek with a low self esteem

Yeah I'm controlling your head so I know how you think

I'm like Freddy, the demon inside of your dreams

Why you talk that, the little voice inside my head is giving cardiac attack

Wishing for a pint we gotta knock it back

I'm undiagnosed, like a hypochondriac

Are you okay, I don't really think I know how I can answer that

Like maybe with a fucking no, 'cuz that's a matter of fact

I'm always running over go, so yeah I'm making my laps

I'm a big dog, but I'm never chasing the cats

So I run to the commas

Yeah I run to the commas

Yeah I run to the commas, don't pray for no drama, while counting up dollars

We run to the commas

Yeah we run to the commas

Yeah we run to the commas, don't pray for no drama, while counting up dollars

We run to the commas, we run to the

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

We counting these digits, our money up

Our money stand tall like it's one of us

We running these bitches, we running up

These bitches I'm fucking, they fuck me up

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Our money stand tall as one of us

She want to fuck on one of us, but she got to fuck on both of us

That's that twin shit, yeah you know we lit

Swap a bitch out, team tag the bitch

Swap a bitch out like a swap a roo

Make that bitch do what we say to do

If you play with your nose, got some shit for you

Just don't ever come ask me to play with you

Pussy so old like a jungle juice, I got one in the head just aim and shoot

I was drunk when I got her number, and I forgot her name so I name her a Sarah Lou

And her pussy taste good like some kind of fruit

Getting money, no way I can lay with you

So I run to the commas

Yeah I run to the commas

Yeah I run to the commas, don't pray for no drama, while counting up dollars

We run to the commas

Yeah we run to the commas

Yeah we run to the commas, don't pray for no drama, while counting up dollars

We run to the commas, we run to the

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

We counting these digits, our money up

Our money stand tall like it's one of us

We running these bitches, we running up

These bitches I'm fucking, they fuck me up

Fuck it, I'm higher up

Feeling like God when I'm wearing designer cut

Like I already died but I want to come back just to show my old women I'm stunting now

Saving my mental, I'm tired of running out

Free my mind, floating while watching my money count

Why did I care about love, if I'm over this shit

I keep knocking on doors like Jehovah's a witness, bitch

Lock up each door, next door, next door

Did it until the bodies hit the floor, the floor, the floor

From miles endured, do I want to just splurge

Or am i just fighting a lil' bitty urge, it's a sign that I'll run out of time soon

Try one more time, and then that's when I find you

Lifting some burdens, without even trying to

Like come ride on my wave, and come see what the tide do, I do