Testo Know You Gone Switch

Pull up in exotic let the doors up on ya, yeah
Then I'm on some whole other shit
(You never showed up)

In this ho fucking on another nigga bitch
I’m with all my niggas and I hope they don't switch
Yeah I got rich bitch, check out my wrist
I can't give you love ’cause I know you gon' switch Wasn't born with it, got it out the mud bitch
If you act right, put Celine on ya bitch
I'm fucking with ya friend, I put her on the team bitch
Can't find Wock' so I'm sippin' Tris bitch

Pull up in exotic, lift the doors up on ya
Pointers on my neck, bitch I’m froze up on ya
I was sippin’ drank then we got pulled over
I feel like myself, yeah, when I'm not sober
Yeah, and I hate looking for ya
Shouldn’t have to look, you should be there for me
I can't go nowhere without that heater on me, yeah
Don't try to make me a good guy, bitch I told you I'm a bad guy
Now let me fuck you in the shower with your hair tied
Tell the people we had something, that’s a damn lie, yeah I'm in the H throwin' hunnids up in VLive
Sippin' on syrup like a beehive
At the club, took a broad to the Marriott
Fucked her and she Uber her nigga's spot
Then I took a flight to the CT
To go fuck bitch that I met on IG
Been watching her since I was thirteen
Damn, crazy how things could be
Crazy how when you make it somewhere people wanna come around, yeah
Bitches wanna be down
But you can't play me bitch, I am no clown

In this ho fucking on another nigga bitch
I'm with all my niggas and I hope they don't switch
Yeah I got rich bitch, check out my wrist
I can't give you love 'cause I know you gon' switch
Wasn't born with it, got it out the mud bitch
If you act right, put Celine on ya bitch
I'm fucking with ya friend, I put her on the team bitch
Can't find Wock' so I'm sippin' Tris bitch

Doors up, doors up on ya
Bitch I'm froze up on ya
Then we got pulled over
When I'm not sober
A I hate looking for ya
You should be there for me
Without that heater on me, yeah
(Slayworld Soldier)
Bitch I told you I'm a bad guy
With your hair tied
That's a damn lie
Hunnids up at VLive
Syrup like a beehive
To the Marriott, yeah