Lyrics Switch Up - Young Drummer Boy

Yea!
Bitch dis a homicide
Muthafucka dis a homicide
Always got the blamuh wit me every time I'm inna ride
I'm so sick and tired of that fake shit
My baby mama told me "Why you bein' so amazin'?"
They patiently waitin' for my shit to drop
Phonies hit the ground when they hear the shots
Gangstas all around me
Killas all around me
What chu talkin' 'bout that? Ya my fuckin' family
My young homie got outta jail
Two hours later they revoked his bail
Damn little homie gotta run now...
If they catch him dis gon really be a show down
Aye
Smokers all around me doin' dirt up in the alleys
Home invasions, homie rally round yo fuckin' family
My homies restless so please don't try to play us
Murders on my block homie that's just the way they raised us
Loyal is no question
Dis is my investment
Comin' for my paper I'm gon hit chu wit that Weston
Best to get to steppin'
Go pray to your reverend
Keep that smoke up in my blunt
Muthafucka dis is my essence
When I'm smokin' I be floatin'
Wavin' like the ocean
Movin' in slow motion when I'm sippin' purple potion
Back up on my old shit
Pistols what I'm holdin'
It's best you never try me
Cuz bitch I'm never foldin'
Yes dis is my best shit
Comin' for your necklace
Seein' haters 'round me
Yes I'm never stressin'
Money is a blessin'
You could say I'm blessed up
I'm comin' for your throat muthafucka
I am the next up