psychoselection - Switch (feat. RJSPARTY) Lyrics

I blow trees
Pen a madness
Then get back to your bitch
I switch up on the rhythm
Then I flick out my wrist
Big flex, who's next
I'll rip you off the bill
I've got no time for the pagans boy
It's shoot to kill
I blow trees
Pen a madness
Then get back to your bitch
She switch up her position
Then goes back to your crib
Too vexed, too stressed
I know how you feel
But if you pop up on my doorstep boy
It's shoot to kill

Pen to paper, the creator is untouchable
My stomach full
Eating verses like a lunchable
You and your dusty ass crew
Are dysfunctional
Psychoselection carry heat
So you know you in trouble
Put in the work and flip the check and watch the income double
I got a couple points to prove to those who thought I would stumble
I had to walk into the party just to burst your bubble
Look, everybody knows that I'm crazy
Whole team dripping we're too wavy
Sipping on my liquor till I'm faded
Jaded
Trying to start a movement like Ye did
If you got a problem, bitch, say it
Cause I've been running out of patience
Look at all the time that you done wasted
Could've been getting right into it but you flaked it
And I could take your girl but she too basic

I blow trees
Pen a madness
Then get back to your bitch
I switch up on the rhythm
Then I flick out my wrist
Big flex, who's next
I'll rip you off the bill
I've got no time for the pagans boy
It's shoot to kill
I blow trees
Pen a madness
Then get back to your bitch
She switch up her position
Then goes back to your crib
Too vexed, too stressed
I know how you feel
But if you pop up on my doorstep boy
It's shoot to kill

I'm unapologetic
If I said it then I meant it
I'm not here to f*ck around or be a final credit
Tryna live this life
I'm catching flights and dancing with the devil
I'm out in Belgium making paper
Tryna link up with the waitress
Ask her what she's doing later
Can I take her on a date
She asked me can I pull up when she finishes at five
But her friend is coming too
Yeah, she said I caught her eye
How'd you think I get it like that
Two for one, same but different
You do not understand
See, there's levels to this shit
I'm in a foreign land
Still, I've got them eating out the palm of my hand
How'd you think I get it like that
This was all meant to happen
It was always a plan
I get money, make moves
Flip a check and expand
Ain't nobody in my lane, bitch
I'll be damned

I blow trees
Pen a madness
Then get back to your bitch
I switch up on the rhythm
Then I flick out my wrist
Big flex, who's next
I'll rip you off the bill
I've got no time for the pagans boy
It's shoot to kill
I blow trees
Pen a madness
Then get back to your bitch
She switch up her position
Then goes back to your crib
Too vexed, too stressed
I know how you feel
But if you pop up on my doorstep boy
It's shoot to kill