Swing My Door (feat. G Herbo)

It ain't my fault you broke
But its prolly my fault
Ya bi—h telling you no

Do she think she my bi—h
Prolly I don't even know
Lil bi—h for everybody
She done turned to a h-e bi—h

Like Gucci
Bi—h swing my doe
If they got them for the high
Ima sell the for the low

They was barely gettin by
Tricking off on them h-es
I was bossed up
In the cut checking roll

Serving that pack
Give and go
1st 48 wipe his nose
Busted a few heads up the road

I got some quality lows
Exotic pack go for the 4
I gotta keep me a pole
Use to heat up the crib

With the stove
Me & Wop
Use to sleep on the floor
Early morning up trafficking zones

Selling kds off the phone
My mama
Knew what I was on
I had to get us some dough

Cuz all my damn life
I was broke
They sent shots
But yeah we up the score

Reup ever week at the store
Work my wrist
Turnt a two to a four
Pull up real fast

Like Batman, man ni—a
Yung got on two watches
They like that man ignorant
Pull up in a demon

But my shoes they some Christians
Amiri my jeans
This ain't h&m denim
Pulling up deep

Like we came in a sprinter
See u in traffic
Send shots at yo window
And I'm owning these cars

I'm too old for a rental
I triple the boxes
That's just how I send them
Bout 8 to 10 cases

Be gone in a jiffy
I widing the body
Gwag with the lift kit
Can't limo the tint

So my di-k she gone kiss it
Couple shots of tequila
Got her finna risk it
But she can't resist

Cuz my neck n my wrist lit
Youngest lil ni—a
That's poppin
That big sh-t

Ni—as to old to be hating
How i kick it
Ni—as still be going outside
Bout these bi—h

It ain't my fault you broke
But its prolly my fault
Ya bi—h telling you no
Do she think she my bi—h

Prolly I don't even know
Lil bi—h for everybody
She done turned to a h-e bi—h
Like Gucci

Bi—h swing my doe
If they got them for the high
Ima sell the for the low
They was barely gettin by

Tricking off on them h-es
I was bossed up
In the cut checking roll
Rocking Louie

Feel like Gucci
When I swang my door (aye)
Ain't did no shows
But I'm in a Rolls

And I'm rocking rose gold
Gang we still havin lows
And exotic bows
We gone sell them h-es whole

None but a hundred pack
If it ain't that get ya money back
Sike f—k ni—a
I know you loving that

All sales final aye
I'm vintage like Vinyl (aye aye)
I'm rich call me Lionel
He tried to run from the FN

Them bi—hes
Went right in his spinal
I don't be feeling entitled
But all of my whips got a title

And I don't fake kick it with ni—as
So I make it clear
I don't like you
Big G Herbo

Twelves on the whips
No turbo S
I don't know if
Cali gone work though

All winter
Tryna where fur coats (aye aye)
I'm rocking drip out of
Bergdorf

I'm on the block
With my shirt off
Hop in a Lamb and skirt off
Ain't sh-t I spam or murk off

I'm getting too rich for this life
Homie a bi—h
He wouldn't meant for this life
Sometimes

I almost get sick of this life
But it I'm trippin I'm living alive
Ni—as be hating
They living with strife

Youngin too savage
They living it trife
Pistol ain't near me
Get hit with these knife

Breathe and he twitch
And get hit with it twice
1st 48 wipe his nose
Busted a few heads up the road

I got sum quality lows
Exotic pack go for the 4
Use to heat up the crib with the stove
I gotta keep me a pole