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On Switch

Hip-Hop/Rap

On Switch was released on December 31, 2024 by Rich AB as a part of the album MEED

Song Details

AlbumMEED

Release DateDecember 31, 2024

LabelRich AB

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM146

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Rich Ab

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Abdul Hameed Scott

Abdul Hameed Scott

Lyrics

Jaden Waugh

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

H11dro

Producer

Lyrics

I might win tomorrow

Can’t give up

I Ain’t doin too much

I be put up

Bucket seats in the backseat

Foot up

She gone bounce on it long as my wood up

Imma Financial magician like tada

Old head got her groove back, lala

My son Puerto Rican im papa

Seeing red

Imma devil in Prada

(Devil,red)

Las Vegas Nevada

Taking road-trips for the exotics

Flight home politic with the pilot

Like fuck it I need to go private

They want me black balled in Miami

Sit pretty so now they can’t stand me

Throwing fits but it run in the family

To forget I might pop me a xani

Foreal

I’m geeked imma fuck till she pee

In the gym and I’m fixing my teeth

I been it since a jit, timber creek

Imma product of tweety & Keith

Papers and grabba

I don’t wanna leaf

I get beeeep I won’t ever leave her

Put a princess inside my Latifah

I go shopping then put up my breesha

(LikeDamn) One day it’s gone rain

Imma need it

Buss down

That’s my on switch

I ain’t really social

I ain’t got pics

Look When I did time Dom was the only one wrote me

Her and Brianna

I’m gettin hotter, they don’t start cutting a check

Then imma slow up on designer

I’m serious

Look

It Ain’t no fear in me purd

Don’t let me get hot imma air this bitch out

And don’t me to chill I ain’t hearing it

Ain’t splitting the top I ain’t tearing it

I get the ball I can’t fumble yea

Never really had a choice

I ain’t never really ever had a voice

This for the underdogs

And my boy

I was on Shrooms and adderal

I dont think her ass was real but it was soft

Might not cut the check but it’s a cost

I had to double back

To really ball

Ugh

Water it’s glass

Got back in school

Imma Hit you right back after class

All of them times that she told me she love me what?

I think she just wanted a bag

We could’ve went dropped another one

Been in ya feelings for years you mad

Say my name make a stamp for the tag

Hiidro made the beat

Let me brag

Brag

Brag

Buss down

That’s my on switch

I ain’t really social

I ain’t got pics

They throwing shots

I see it

I come from the ville

They need me

Summertime

Water ice, hair peezy

I need to go home

Look

All my friends dead like Uzi

She don’t like white

Tried 2c

ya favorite song like toosi

Throw Meed on her booby

Might call Nak for a scooby

North hoes know me as dully

Still runnin my movie

I’m in the Bronx with a tooty

Ain’t got it on me

So no

I ain’t wearing my jewelry

70 hoes

I feel groovie

I’m fuckin my fans they not groupies

But they know my music

I always knew I could do it

Never really had to prove it

It is what it is

Laughing to stop all my tears

I Distance myself from my peers

I did

I’m makin shit that they gotta play twice

Made a couple hip songs for the kids

I Pop the top on that coupe

Drop the lid

I Found a blessing in doing

That bid

Just Don’t put lil on my name now I’m big

I-saw this shit different when I was a kid

Buss down

That’s my on switch

I ain’t really social

I ain’t got pics

Written by: Abdul Hameed Scott, Jaden Waugh

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