F**k a Swisher
Ya I roll that leaf I don't smoke on a rello
Walk in the building my necklace say hello
Fuck a detector, I keep a lil medal
Diamonds like piss cause my vvs be yellow
I'm sellin' stacy my pockets get heavy
Try to be cool but my choppa won't let me
5,000 g I spent that on my chest piece
She comin' through she get right out her leggings
I shoot til' its empty
Walk in this bitch and yo bitch wanna kiss me
I pop a perc I don't know what just hit me
I'm sellin Bobby I'm smokin' like Whitney
Ya bitch wanna fuck she like what has got into me
I'ma get into her
I do the numbers, the integers, I won't be kissin her
I pour the ack in the sprite and be sippin first
Fuck all that mixing shit
My neck on shiver
Cause my neck on winter
And my bitch is bad
Ya my bitch is rollin' that gas in the back
Ya my niggas run in yo stu you get wacked
I fuck a hoe like wherever im at
And I do the drugs, I just lock up my stash
Cause I know you niggas can not afford gas
She say my ice is so clear its like glass
I said your ass is so fat I might
crash
I said if you put that booty on me and my buddies I might put your ass in a jag
I just be chillin' you know where I'm at
Niggas want beef but they can't afford that
I just send Hazy to get some more cash
I'ma just spend it and get it right back
Walk in the building my necklace say hello
Fuck a detector, I keep a lil medal
Diamonds like piss cause my vvs be yellow
I'm sellin' stacy my pockets get heavy
Try to be cool but my choppa won't let me
5,000 g I spent that on my chest piece
She comin' through she get right out her leggings
I shoot til' its empty
Walk in this bitch and yo bitch wanna kiss me
I pop a perc I don't know what just hit me
I'm sellin Bobby I'm smokin' like Whitney
Ya bitch wanna fuck she like what has got into me
I'ma get into her
I do the numbers, the integers, I won't be kissin her
I pour the ack in the sprite and be sippin first
Fuck all that mixing shit
My neck on shiver
Cause my neck on winter
And my bitch is bad
Ya my bitch is rollin' that gas in the back
Ya my niggas run in yo stu you get wacked
I fuck a hoe like wherever im at
And I do the drugs, I just lock up my stash
Cause I know you niggas can not afford gas
She say my ice is so clear its like glass
I said your ass is so fat I might
crash
I said if you put that booty on me and my buddies I might put your ass in a jag
I just be chillin' you know where I'm at
Niggas want beef but they can't afford that
I just send Hazy to get some more cash
I'ma just spend it and get it right back
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Writer(s): Alexandria Shell
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