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rylo rodriguez - switched up lyrics

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
crushed diamonds in my watch, slashin’ at me
all my jewelry on, rolling ’round the city one deep
if she want smoke, then she actin’ blunt
them n+ggas smoke, then n+ggas runtz
i don’t care if you a fan, that boy [?]
ain’t takin’ no p+sses, i won’t even [?]
twenty+four, shooter round me like covid
twenty more, racks on me ginóbili
[?], baseball game, my shirt was soaked in blood, would see the nosebleed, yeah
crushed diamonds ashes in the rolls royce truck
come from poverty, we won’t even clean it up
i seen n+ggas die to this day still ain’t got headstones (got headstones)
talk to my dawg, he locked away, say he miss his bedroom (say he miss his bedroom)
sleepin’ with a [?] room (sleepin’ with a toy)
hide your phone, hide your change (shake it up, boy)
h+llcat, new model, tyra banks, yeah
stunna, i might f+ck around and ride the ‘vette
twenty+four hunnid for a [?]
call that hoe at 2:30
this car right here go two+thirty
two blue racks city, two+thirty
banana, glocks and 2+30’s (2+30)
my watch it come from h+ll, she on demon time
i was tryna win though, i couldn’t even see the blinds
[interlude / beat switch]
[?]
(what’s happenin’, chi chi?)
how these n+ggas switched up on me, i might’ve switched up on [?]

[verse 2]
f+ck around put the k!ller on payroll (put the k!ller on payroll)
i shot ’em, send ’em the draco (yeah, yeah)
how them n+ggas shoot but my name ain’t derozan (ain’t derozan)
i don’t know but still be feelin’ like i’m [?]
close [?], on my feets, i’m the [?]
i hope they 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 [?] but that hoe still my b+tch
i know a trapper with a bald head, he got heroin (heroin)
she know i won’t like to hit it, she done got her [?]
the street don’t love a n+gga back, i had to get on (said i’d get on, yeah)
i know life a b+tch but i’m tryna get on (tryna get on)
boy caught a charge, they tryna [?], he ’bout to tell on
thinkin’ back, now where we went wrong
touch down, had to call play back, it was haulin’
my dawg still ain’t, i could’ve swore i seen him rollin’ (i was here)
ten times the problems that i had ‘fore this rap sh+t (on god)
woah, woah, woah
i know i’ma get this b+tch if he can bleed, yeah
still there they don’t even know she can bleed (can bleed)
[?] she a blood
for the whole new nip, say she a crip
red, blue, politics
don’t trip, don’t [?], i’m [?]
shoot and duck, tryna get a [?] don’t care if i won a grammy
lot of these n+ggas wanna, [?] just like [?]
you stabbed me in my back, [?] to stab me back
it was mutual
i wish you would know
lock in with the d+ck, i sent this b+tch a [?]
dracos and foreigns, hood n+ggas tourin’ (dracos and foreigns, hood n+ggas tourin’)
i’m pourin’, i’m tourin’ (i’m pourin’, i’m tourin’)
we pull out magazines
like it just got borin’ (like it just got borin’)
don’t care if he blood, if it’s smoke i’m on his ass
i tried to send my n+gga [?], just ran out of gas (yeah, yeah)
yeah it’s still cold, i watch them run around with corona masks (yeah, yeah)
i got my charger like a tiger f+ck a [?] (yeah, yeah)
they gon’ remember me when i’m gone (ooh)
i’m the one that made that song
you should have twenty+one years in the city (what’s happenin’, chi chi?)
caught a flight and he got murked out of town (oh woah)
a n+gga like me, hoes start playin’ me (playin’ me, playin’ me)
i roll with twenty n+ggas but i don’t want no sympathy (i don’t want no sympathy)
stay down, we might have to send on me (might have to send on me)
tell me lil’ hoe, don’t you want to ride the d+ck? (tell me lil’ hoe, don’t you want to ride the d+ck?)
(what’s happenin’, chi chi?)
tell me lil’ hoe, don’t you want to ride the d+ck? (tell me lil’ hoe, don’t you want to ride the d+ck?)
[?], i got the vent on me ([?], i got the vent on me)
got the vent on me, got the vent on me
my homie, lil’ hoe, don’t vent on me (b+tch, don’t come and vent on me)
(what’s happenin’, chi chi?)
don’t talk to me, lil’ b+tch, don’t vent to me (b+tch, i ain’t tryna hear it)
from the bricks, [?] enemy (f+cked the hoes of enemy)
we got money, know you make her bend the knees
and the bar spinnin’, had certain n+ggas been on tees (what’s happenin’, chi chi?)
[?]
[?]
she wanna leave me but she don’t need a big (what’s happenin’, chi chi?)
woah, woah
[outro]
red, blue, politics
red, blue, politics
red, blue, politics
red, blue, politics
(what’s happenin’, chi chi?)

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