Swollen

Damn right, for real!
Countin' up, oh my God!

Is Codeine Chriss, the real, not the fake one
On sauce
Damn, Quad, this shit bangin' (Ooh)

Walk on trap, pour pint at a four (Nah, four)
This shit damn, got the pack at the O (At the O)
Big-ass nigga, Wayne never born bro
Smokin', countin' hunnid dollars, so sound shitpost (So got a hoe)

So got a hoe much real, change nigga my soul
Big bands at few, to pure Wock', that's cold (That's cold)
Big gas, two cups, .30 back, would role
Hella bars, big Bozo, backpack on swollen (Lil' hoe)

Pack-pack with swollen (With swole)
Life pock, life pock let's blow (Let's blow)
My cup is muddy, is Pou (Is Pou)
I'm sippin' on 'Tech, nah Cole (Nah Cole in)

My lean are freeze, ain't frozen (Ain't frozen)
Yo' lean froze, nigga is fool (Is fool)

Fuck with the cartel, get this drip
Last ass nigga tryna get this babies, my-my his
I'm baby-baby him down, my Gucci fly flight
Fresh shotta high-school, I was foreign car whip
I never show foreign, been have Chriss
Nah, ain't tryna chop 'em, nigga got lean
Ooh

Bow back yo' bitch like R. R
I'm in the kitchen with the Glock like TV
I got water on my neck, no Fiji
John Cena real trap nigga, can't see he

Walk on trap, pour pint at a four (Nah, four)
This shit damn, got the pack at the O (At the O)
Big-ass nigga, Wayne never born bro
Smokin', countin' hunnid dollars, so sound shitpost (So got a hoe)

So got a hoe much real, change nigga my soul
Big bands at few, to pure Wock', that's cold (That's cold)
Big gas, two cups, .30 back, would role
Hella bars, big Bozo, backpack on swollen (Lil' hoe)

(Countin' up, oh my God)
(With John Cena want the crash, want the crash car! And the part, and the party see, can't see hook, how Barb' cab see at)