SWAT
Yeah, they mad because I'm hot
And yeah, I'm laughing cause they not
Say you got your bitch on lock
But I could bust in her like Swat
Knock, knock, bitch, open up
I stand back, they show me love
You say we friends?
Hold it up
Stupid lil' bitch, we've spoken once
I feel naked 'thout my chains
Boy, get your stank bitch out my face
Got haters in the A, here in SA and by the bay
By the way, that means I'm HOT hot
You mad because you not, ah
You still whippin' that crockpot
While I'm whippin' that drop top
My bitch like to ride while your bitch always say she tired, ew
Ain't no wonder why you fellas mad cause I'd be tight as well
I don't need a sign, I'm fine, my bitch is country fried, for real
Bitch don't hit my line, declined, don't give a fuck about how you feel
My watch like a boomer, it don't tick-tock
And I'm coming through your window, you gon' get ya shit rocked
Know your chick on go, when I tell that bitch, stop
Laid back in the Rolls, how I'm I'm tryna get top
Yeah, I like big racks, I ain't talkin' bout no hoe titties
SA town on my back, something like I was Ginobili
Yeah I'ma ball, but you ain't gon' roll with me
Yeah, they mad because I'm hot
And yeah, I'm laughin' cause they not
Say you got your bitch on lock
But I could bust in her like swat
Knock, knock, bitch open up
I stand back, they show me love
You say we friends, hold it up
Stupid lil' bitch, we've spoken once
And yeah, I'm laughing cause they not
Say you got your bitch on lock
But I could bust in her like Swat
Knock, knock, bitch, open up
I stand back, they show me love
You say we friends?
Hold it up
Stupid lil' bitch, we've spoken once
I feel naked 'thout my chains
Boy, get your stank bitch out my face
Got haters in the A, here in SA and by the bay
By the way, that means I'm HOT hot
You mad because you not, ah
You still whippin' that crockpot
While I'm whippin' that drop top
My bitch like to ride while your bitch always say she tired, ew
Ain't no wonder why you fellas mad cause I'd be tight as well
I don't need a sign, I'm fine, my bitch is country fried, for real
Bitch don't hit my line, declined, don't give a fuck about how you feel
My watch like a boomer, it don't tick-tock
And I'm coming through your window, you gon' get ya shit rocked
Know your chick on go, when I tell that bitch, stop
Laid back in the Rolls, how I'm I'm tryna get top
Yeah, I like big racks, I ain't talkin' bout no hoe titties
SA town on my back, something like I was Ginobili
Yeah I'ma ball, but you ain't gon' roll with me
Yeah, they mad because I'm hot
And yeah, I'm laughin' cause they not
Say you got your bitch on lock
But I could bust in her like swat
Knock, knock, bitch open up
I stand back, they show me love
You say we friends, hold it up
Stupid lil' bitch, we've spoken once
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Writer(s): Roger Ramos
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