Switch Up - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Drior)

Damn, damn, damn, uh

Uh, damn, damn

M Row

[Chorus]

Freak bitch tryna act brand new

Let me just take off the plastic

Know she the mutt, slut, ran through

Beat up her gut, breakin' her mattress

Shakin' her ass, you know I'ma handle

She throwin' it back, you know I'ma smack it

Out like a light show, candle

And she doin' splits, I ain't talkin' gymnastics

Catch Jay Hound and you know I'm gon' blast it

Jet, like, what? For you, I'ma crash it

Oh, she playin' "Neaky"

Oh, you feel treeshy?

Fuck out my car tryna play all that trash shit

Kenny Capone, hate his songs with a passion

Four times, did you see me? You know I get active

I know what's up, you cap in your rappin'

You know my bop, I just get straight to—

[Verse]

Money B, please stop tryna troll me

Never did nothin' to me or my homies (Word to bro)

Say that you on it, just come and show me

Get off my dick 'cause you really don't know me

Now I'm back to that hip shit

She got good ass, her waistline bony

Bitch, listen closely

Hands on your knees, just shake it real slowly

Pick up the pace, now watch how it jiggle

Left cheek, right cheek, watch how it wiggle

Get out the way, let me get in the middle

Hit from the back while I play with her nipple

Her hair too long, make her bootyhole tickle

She petite and she little, she takin' the pickle

She know I'm on court, I'm not tryna dribble

I seen one nigga and I threw more than triple

We in the V, she holdin' my blick

She took it off safety, think that she slick (Word?)

I told her, "That shit got a kick

But you way too pretty, I don't want you to click"

Chop got a ladder, came with a stick

Who that right there? No time to pick (Who that right there?)

Cops pull us over, they think they gon' frisk

Just cover my bail 'cause I'm takin' that risk