FLOWSWITCH

[Pre Verse: Lonely Rich]

Slip down on a crossfade
Nigga let the beat play
I’ma kill this like I was running 20 deep mane
Slide down on the opp block
Light it up, fight it up
Bitches start the fire up
Spark the wood then double cups, yuh
Keep in on the low bitch now you gotta go
I’ma beat killing machine and bitch you know I never fold
Big chops feeling like I’m Rick Ross
Lonely Rich the new star
Crossed up on the rocks, yuh

[Verse 1: Lonely Rich]

I’m a new wave nigga that’s how I roll
Call it trash I call it different come out to the show
Big body Benz, All black, tint low
And they call me Lonely Rich cause you know I’m bout to flow
I’ma god damn fool
What we ride, in a coupe
If you fuck with CMA then I’ma pull up with the tool
Ima keep my pistol close like I’ma motherfuckin magnet
Let it get to clapping bodies I’ll be catching, yuh
See here’s how it go, I’ma keep it trill
I’ma keep it pimpin' any way that I feel
Shoutout to the YoungBloodz, ski mask, double cup
Run up in the crib, take his shit, don’t give a fuck
Oh god damn, demolition in the stu
Nigga who the fuck are you
Me and Maxxkii keep it cool
It’s Lil Rich on the beat, sad boy living sweet
Finna pass it to my bro and let his heat eat the street god damn

[Verse 2: September Savior]

Oh, you think his shit fye now? Nigga fuck that
You don't got no type bees, where ya buzz at?
You ain't touching no type of cheese where ya funds at?
Nigga get like me I'm a monster, monster
Put em in a herse when I punch him
Hunt him, put em in a box and I lunch em
Like a lunchable nigga finna be untouchable
And I'm seeing green smoking green no vegetables
And I'm killing beats, killstreaks, yeah I'm shredding them
And I'm better then all them niggas tryna fuck with him
Him is me, can't see me like Stevie with a blindfold watching TV
Peep this, all these niggas fold when the heat hit
I turn shit into gold when I speak it
Leave em speechless, musty nigga wreaking
I be having bitches in my bed on the weekend, huh

[Verse 3: Lonely Rich]

On the weekend, huh
Niggas talk shit till the beat go off
Rockin with a crew and we speak so raw
Masters of the flow, leave your speakers appalled
Beat so raw, song so raw
Have em like "Woah" catch a nigga off guard
Mixing it up, my shows up, we spit bars, yuh
Lonely Rich came with the flow, call Ber Savio, god damn
Still a god damn fool, CMA is still the crew
Niggas call my music trash but I don't give a fuck so
I’ma treat this beat like its an opp, yea I murk em
Hope that nigga don't think it's sweet, yea I'm lurking
Bitch I'm always watching, notice how I'm moving
Took ya bitch once, nigga feeling like I'm Cupid
Nigga talking stupid, seen him on the block
Got quiet as a mouse, nigga that's just what I thought
Now it's me and Derek bouta make another hit
If you think a nigga playing lemme go and flick the Flowswitch
Niggas they peep and they sleep and diss the young Kidd
Saying that my bars are no good won't change shit
I’ma still cook this shit up like a recipe
Niggas can't come after me, made hits in Audacity
Crop-topped bitches in a drop top Civic
Niggas think that they some critics fuck em all niggas winning god damn