stressed send 25

Chorus: I switch shit like Bruce no banner, it’s double time getting money im hammered, splurcetti run the whole world while jammin, see the pain with the love I’m healing,my iv got me I know I’m saying yehaw like a got a steal toe, I hurt you oh yes I know, I’m finna get better finna watch me grow, gotta make it real rap ye shit no joke,put pain in the rap,finna watch shit float, imma always stay attached, sum like Velcro, heart was feeling dat, ain’t some shit I wrote, it’s finna be hard to bring it back, but I’m still on go, but, (I got ya love just don’t let go:)x2

G Verse: real talk think it’s easy to be me, life not real life on the tv, echo inna room would you leave me, in room where it’s dark, demons tease me, back door how them other niggas treat me, I’m beast so you know how they feed me, gimme drank cause the pills don’t need me, but late night low-key a nigga feigning,new drank made me rap I seen it, all them pills they hurt, I mean it, I tried to give you signs, and I put it in my rhymes, pick it up put it down just leave it,  this is how I make tracks do you like dat?,even when it’s not bad do you like that?, I got dreams of a jag do ya like dat?, maybe a new rari do you like that?, I switch lanes in the jag would you like that?, rari going to fast would ya like dat? Leave ya dreams in the past would like dat?, everything my way, do it like dat?.

B verse: I hold to much I don’t like that
When I drink thru the pain I fight back
Working to Damn hard to get my life back
No way
I got money in the bank that’s facts
No that ain’t know I got it like that
B&M in the whip when I light that
When I talk my shit they don’t like that 
Ima ima fuck up
Don’t give no fuck
When I’m down finna fill my cup
Got the whole gang wit me finna get turnt up
Can’t tear me down I get back up 
Like

SWITCHIT FT BIG FELLA prod:splurcetti

Lyrics:

bumboi:
Down from the south to the north we some playas

Down down from the south to the north we some playas



Call up yung chop he might pop 
he gon spray sum 
Let that boy talk he a mop 
He might say sum 
Only time she call when she want 
me to lay some
Straight from the south to tha north we gon
Bake em 

Brodie said he want all the muhfuckin smoke yea 

Why he talkin sick better go n wipe his nose yea 

Say he got a cold we gon hang em like a coat
Then

Throw em in the sticks let him find his way home 
Yea


Uh 
he aint about it 
He be steady pillow talkin boy ikno he rattin
Grimey as them bugs that be stuck up in his mattress
Why he plottin on the bum boy u kno that gon end tragic

Aye yo money short just like it todo
Pull up to yo scene finna shoot it like a photo 

I aint never been the one to play tho
let the lemon squeeze
We gon fold em like some playdoh

Uh uh uh 
Uh uh uh uh uh 


T-Choppa:
 tell me why you looking neckless
Big chop pop mop hella reckless
Mofucker life I’m dip where the exit
If you wanna problem wit me den come press
the way you keep my dick up in yo mouth impressive 
anything thing we drop make the ops uneasy
Ima keep g gotta keep hair greezy
I’m hella fucking mad ayo bum pass bleezy 
Hot box shit like we kicking tip 
U don’t fucking we den you can suck a pp
I’m da beetle juice in cope moving creepy
Im horn dog mama best not tease me
Ima get these bands yeah my hands look cheesy
Pull up bow bow wow do a motherfucker greezy

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