I Swish

LI TOooo

Carpet wipe my feet
On the team we boutta sweep
Lito Nyce I'm coming at you niggas like a fuckin beast
Never been the hittah with the trigger but I know the G's
OG release
Trigger bang Chief Keef
Never shooting but I knock a nigga out boy
He hating on the scenery he hating on the clout
And he chattin on my name disrespect to word of mouth
Used to be the gang but he moving too south, ion fuck with niggas
They be bitchin like a bitch
They be snitchin like a snitch
Those are phone calls missed
Like ring ring clip
New phone, who this
Roll a blunt, take a hit
Just another call missed
Snitch bitch snitch bitch
He a snake with a lisp
Nothing bout him make you trip
Type to cut his own wrist
He a bonafide mitch
On the court no swish
Outlet no dish
Put me in can't miss
I swish I swish

(Swishhhhh)
I swish I swish
Bottom of the net (Swish)
Better than the rest (Swish)
Can't guard them checksssss
I swish I swish

Ion miss a basket
Play time game time, never see me askin
Right place right time, get the ball splashin
Walk off ninth inning Ken Griffey bat flip
(M V P)
Better hand it properly, leading why they follow me
I don't do the negative you slipping no apologies
No apologies, I don't do the negativity
Bright lights, long nights
Foresight, alright
Bank on me you could put the game on me
Ima hold it all down cuz the boys can't hold me
3 Point downtown I'm a late game Kobe, oh you tryna swipe down touch ground count 40
I'm ineluctable, indestructible, comfortable
4th quarter Kobe this ain't dinner they some lunchables
Ball up homie this a all star running through
Saying I'm the man the people saying Lito who

(Lito Nyce, Lito Nyce, Litoooo)
I swish I swish
Bottom of the net (Swish)
Better than the rest (Swish)
Can't guard them checks
I swish I swish
Can't guard me
Could be Mike 23 or a Lebron beast
Ima do it for the ring the team on me
Oh you tryna guard me, no stallinggg
I swish I swish

Flick wrist
Type shit
One shot (Yeah yeah)
No grip (Aha)
FaceTime (Uhuh)
Can't guard me (Woahhhh)
Pick up ya eyes
No pick no pick
I got the fever and losing isn't an option
You tryna stop me I see you we get it poppin
Mr Creed, Apollo we get it rockin (Woooweee)
High key, y'all niggas'll never stop me
You keep on trying and failing and it ain't, low, key
Don't be dapping these niggas, cuz they don't know, me
Spoke to god, he taking care of the homie
Now I just gotta get this money like he told me

I swish I swish
Ah I, ah I, ah I swish I swish
I ah, ah I, ah I I I swish
Ah I I I swish
I swish
I swish
(Swish)
(Swish)



Credits
Writer(s): Kelvin Neri
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