Swish
When I was going thru some shit
Guess you ain't see my calls
We been cool since pups
You supposed to be my dawg
Coulda been a petty ass nigga
But I ain't y'all
We took a few to the chin
But shid we ain't fall
Niggas still trying scam
I'm trying show him legit
All he is money talk
So I ain't making no sense
I keep a tight ship dawg
And I ain't taking no shit
All she know is "Yes Papi"
She don't give me no lip
I closed my eyes and took the shot
And heard the net swish
I let em binge the content
Like Netflix
Disrespect the team
That's a death wish
Yea we gon put work in
Till the sweat drip
First I had a bad bitch
Then I got one badder
And if her heart ain't pure
Then that shit don't matter
Now they wanna question me
When they don't get no answer
When you at war with yourself
How you win that battle
I could maneuver any hood
I'm that type of nigga
Some people need the attention
Not that type of nigga
And we really ain't surprised
That you don't like us nigga
If I was you and you was me
I wouldn't like me neither
Mike Amiri the denim
And Dior my tee
And if it's one spot left
She gone hold my seat
And she don't need a ring on
For you to know that's me
And shid she don't even smoke
But she gon roll my tree
So Should I make it a song
Or just leave it no hook
Should I take it to the hole
Or dish it off no look
Nigga was gangsta online
But in person he shook
Real kings protect queens
But you niggas some rooks
You ever leave the dealership
And just burn rubber
Or call yo dawg up shid
Just to say you love em
Money coming in now
So everybody cousin
Lil homie got his first gun
Now he think he thuggin
I take time to plan it out
So just give me a minute
Done seen lives get ruined
Just from rushing decisions
How you winning
And yo baby moms all in my mentions
When ya aim right shid
You don't need an extension
Bang Bang
Oh he felt that shit
He said his was heart ice cold
Until we melt that shit
Oh yo tape dropped dawg
You shouldn't kept that shit
Niggas started to freeload
I had to check that shit
I'm a nice guy shid
But I ain't finishing last
He ran all recess
I had to get him in class
So I stopped making excuses
Had to get off my ass
It's a sports car baby
It was made to go fast
And if you meet me in person
Exactly what you'd expect
Hope it's The Real Bril
Cuz that's exactly what you'll get
Yea
Guess you ain't see my calls
We been cool since pups
You supposed to be my dawg
Coulda been a petty ass nigga
But I ain't y'all
We took a few to the chin
But shid we ain't fall
Niggas still trying scam
I'm trying show him legit
All he is money talk
So I ain't making no sense
I keep a tight ship dawg
And I ain't taking no shit
All she know is "Yes Papi"
She don't give me no lip
I closed my eyes and took the shot
And heard the net swish
I let em binge the content
Like Netflix
Disrespect the team
That's a death wish
Yea we gon put work in
Till the sweat drip
First I had a bad bitch
Then I got one badder
And if her heart ain't pure
Then that shit don't matter
Now they wanna question me
When they don't get no answer
When you at war with yourself
How you win that battle
I could maneuver any hood
I'm that type of nigga
Some people need the attention
Not that type of nigga
And we really ain't surprised
That you don't like us nigga
If I was you and you was me
I wouldn't like me neither
Mike Amiri the denim
And Dior my tee
And if it's one spot left
She gone hold my seat
And she don't need a ring on
For you to know that's me
And shid she don't even smoke
But she gon roll my tree
So Should I make it a song
Or just leave it no hook
Should I take it to the hole
Or dish it off no look
Nigga was gangsta online
But in person he shook
Real kings protect queens
But you niggas some rooks
You ever leave the dealership
And just burn rubber
Or call yo dawg up shid
Just to say you love em
Money coming in now
So everybody cousin
Lil homie got his first gun
Now he think he thuggin
I take time to plan it out
So just give me a minute
Done seen lives get ruined
Just from rushing decisions
How you winning
And yo baby moms all in my mentions
When ya aim right shid
You don't need an extension
Bang Bang
Oh he felt that shit
He said his was heart ice cold
Until we melt that shit
Oh yo tape dropped dawg
You shouldn't kept that shit
Niggas started to freeload
I had to check that shit
I'm a nice guy shid
But I ain't finishing last
He ran all recess
I had to get him in class
So I stopped making excuses
Had to get off my ass
It's a sports car baby
It was made to go fast
And if you meet me in person
Exactly what you'd expect
Hope it's The Real Bril
Cuz that's exactly what you'll get
Yea
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Writer(s): Jabril Whitmore
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