kai bandz - switch it up lyrics
[intro]
huh?
huh?
huh?
ayy, ayy
[verse]
let me introduce my skinny ass to y’all new n+ggas
gettin’ money be my main hobby, who is you, n+gga? (who is you?)
matter fact, go and tell your b+tch i say hachoo, n+gga (hachoo)
so she can come and bless this young p like, “what it do?” n+gga
b+tches know i can’t comprehend if you ain’t talkin’ dough (nah)
n+ggas know brodie shoot like kobe, ain’t no passes, bro (boom, boom)
watch him go, crop him in his picture, make it four by four (grrah)
if he talkin’ sick, it’s big sticks like geronimo (boom, boom, boom, boom)
ayy, man, f+ck a bag, i’m gettin’ to these finances (uh+huh)
hate y’all bad broke lil’ b+tches with y’all fine asses
spank him, then i’m on to the next like it’s march madness
sh+t is tragic, ‘member when i balled, did it with a passion (swish)
d+mn, ayy, now i’m really gettin’ to this guapalade (uh+huh)
i ain’t gon’ play, time just be tickin’, ain’t no time to waste (nah)
you n+ggas g+y, my name all in they mouth, wonder how it taste (how it taste?)
and if you wonder how it taste, i bet your b+tch gon’ say it’s great (she do)
d+mn, ayy, sorry for your loss, let her off the leash (let her off the leash)
that’s two l’s, ’cause boy, if you a dog, then that mean i’m a beast (grr)
i’m finna feast, eat or get ate, well, n+gga, i’m gon’ eat
kai this and kai that, you broke, n+gga, ’cause talk is cheap
ayy, ayy, what’s up with ben frank? (what’s poppin’?)
man, i love that old n+gga, that’s that big bank
them hundreds, boy (benjis)
like it’s nothin’, i be really thumbin’, boy (i’m thumbin’)
i’m runnin’, boy
never from no opp, but to this money, boy (skrrt, skrrt)
so what it do? (huh?)
and n+gga, who is you?
yeah, i be stuck up in the booth sippin’ on the juice
man, roll a ‘wood
all my n+ggas rockin’, yeah, they know what’s good
we locked in
brothers by my side just like hot twins
we goin’, ayy, ayy, man, i be flowin’, ayy (i be flowin’, ayy)
them n+ggas actin’ like these b+tches, y’all be hoein’, ayy (y’all be hoein’)
bust a date
y’all n+ggas shooters, y’all ain’t bust a grape
i’m feelin’ great
feelin’ like a boss, man, y’all can’t relate
it’s kinda sad (ow), ’cause y’all be doin’ bad (uh+huh)
and everybody claim they get it, n+gga, where your bag? (nah)
not we, five sacks, it is not sweet (nah)
’cause i ain’t matchin’ on no boof that is not weed (i’m gone)
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