Switches Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again | With Meaning

[Intro]
And you know them switches
Switch, too many guns
Who give a damn? Hold on
Switches, n!gga, tore your ass, shouldn’t panic, you should’ve put a belt
Uh, uh and I been that bool that’ll make ya— Mm, mm, mm, flrrt
Frrt, frrt
Beep, hm, beep, hm, pu*sy
Ayy, I’ma tell you like that (Keep that b!tch, bruh, keep the camera, keep the camera)
Fu*k ya
Huh, broke and doing bad, better get some help (Ouu)
Switches (Top, n!gga)

Huh, hold on
Huh, broke and doing bad, ya better get some help (Get your b!tch-ass out here)
Switches straight

[Verse 1]
Pu*sy, I say
Top, broke and doing bad, better get some help
Switches to your ass, boy, your parents should’ve put a belt
Babygirl, I’m hot like lava (Woo), pull up, makе s*it melt
These killеrs respect me, they know I’m bout it, I’ll pull up and do that s*it myself, huh

[Chorus]
They wanna know why I got millions and still riding with that fire on me (Fire on me)
You ain’t 5, homie, pu*sy, you can’t ride, homie, huh
Taking they b!tches and kicking my pimpin, they wanna ride on me (Hm)
I know that them 5s want ’em, huh, I’m having them slide on ’em (On ’em)

[Verse 2]
Rapping and jugging, huh (What you doing?)
I’m selling them verses, they sending the payment
I’m giving it to ’em (Switch it up)
Run it up for my baby, he play with that payment and watch how I do him (Baow, baow)
Put him on TV
Mama, I’m balling, mama, I’m ready, ain’t doing no stalling
I’ll have them young n!ggas pull up, let off from the Wraith

Dunk on his ass, I do it like Blake (Blake)
I want him bad and they know for that bag, I’ma get on his ass, I’ma take off his face
Shawty she bad and he like, “I know it”
He calling a Melly, I know it’s fake
I kick the b!tch straight down, Kung Fu
You try me, I’m diving, I’m him, no crew
Out the top of the roof, I’ma do what I do
Up with that stick, it go, “Brrt, boom,” knock off your shoe
One bullet connect with your head and it’s knocking out more than your tooth
I gotta win, got me more than a few (Bodies)

[Refrain]
Initiation, you catch him, in ties (Ties), no faking, you need you a body
I’m tryna take him, the cutter spit flames when it’s banging, I’m aiming, tryna hit up his body (Oh-oh, oh)
This pu*sy gon’ run, well, should’ve been ready to bang, so I shoot the fire at his partners (Run, bang, partners)
Hit it, again, baow, baow, now, hit it, again, all at your mama, b!tch (Ohh, hlrrd, 5, 5)
Initiation, you catch him, in ties (Ties), no faking, you need you a body
I’m tryna take him, the cutter spit flames when it’s banging, I’m aiming, tryna hit up his body (Oh-oh, oh)
This pu*sy gon’ run, well, should’ve been ready to bang, so I shoot the fire at his partners (Run, bang, partners)
Hit it, again, baow, baow, now, hit it, again, all at your mama, b!tch (Ohh, hlrrd, 5)

[Verse 3]
I’m rapping and jugging (Rapping and juggin)
I’m flipping and serving (Flipping and serving)
I boarded the bus, I’m rolling from Houston
As a juvie, a hundred something pints in a ‘Burban (‘Burban)
I’m ready for duty (Ready, let’s do it)
Attending that service (Attending that service)
Why the fu*k you think these gangsters respect me? B!tch, I come from swerving (Hlrrd, hlrrd)

[Refrain]
Why the fu*k I was posted with Vaughn at 15? B!tch, I come from serving (I was serving goods)
My family tree, straight murder (My blood ain’t good)
My hood, it’s so unheard (Now they rising)
I’m really a felon
At Montana house, I woke up, trapping, early (What you selling?)
Police got me, tools and roxies, I ain’t tell ’em nothing (I ain’t telling, yeah)

[Verse 4]
Leave that n!gga, he ain’t in the field (Field)
If you need, I can show you how to kill (Kill)
You’ll get exposed, you ain’t ready to drill (Drill)
I say me and my money both need tears (Tears)
See if they try me, pu*sy
And you and your n!ggas need caskets (You and your n!ggas)
And my lil’ shorty, she all mine, she a baddie (She a baddie)
And we gon’ shoot you, with a full clip, you pull up acting (Full clip, acting)
I be rapping, I could point you to a package, back to trapping (Back to trapping)

[Chorus]
They wanna know why I got millions and still riding with that fire on me (Fire on me)
You ain’t 5, homie, pu*sy, you can’t ride, homie, huh (5, homie, homie)
Taking they b!tches and kicking my pimpin, they wanna ride on me (Ride on me, hm)
I know that them 5s want ’em, huh (Huh), I’m having them slide on ’em

[Refrain]
Why the fu*k I was posted with Vaughn at 15? B!tch, I come from serving (I was serving goods)
My family tree, straight murder (My blood ain’t good)
My hood, it’s so unheard (Now they rising)
I’m really a felon
At Montana house, I woke up, trapping, early (Trapping, early, what you selling?)
Police got me, tools and roxies, I ain’t tell ’em none (Bah, I ain’t telling, street)