swisher talk

Ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, Ayy

Ayy, walking through the city with a swisha
Bitch on some swisha shit, high as fuck, I'm a hypocrite
I just took a hit, slit my wrist and gave your bitch a list, she like all my gifts
How you hatin' on my music but you still ain't listen? (Bitch)
I just bought me a new choppa and this shit come with a grip
I take all your bitch's money so I feel like I'm a pimp
Runnin' up a fuckin' band, money turn her to a simp, Runnin' up a fuckin' band, all my niggas gettin' rich
Let me talk about about a different topic, got these tracks up in my school so all these Bitches gothic
I just roll a fuckin' blunt while your bitch give me knowledge
I'm a passive ass nigga, all my dreams have fallen

Ayy, walking through the city with a swisha, bitch
On some swisha shit, high as fuck, I'm a hypocrite
I just took a hit, slit my wrist and gave your bitch a list, she like all my gifts
Ayy, where your mans at?
Talkin' he a bitch 'cause he ain't like that
Huntin' down a shoota, we gon' fight back
Messin' with the opps, we don't like rats
All my niggas pop, cause all of our eyes black

Ayy, yuh, ayy, uhh
Look, no one understand how it go, I just wanna grow a fanbase and sell out shows
But I'm focused on that fuckin' dope, the school ain't teachin' shit, it's just the same way Taking notes
My homeboy off the dope, now I'm out here rappin' off the dome 'cause it's like twenty Minutes 'til the bus come, like oh no (Oh shit!)
Where the fuck they go? Where the fuck they be?
Choppa's with that flow, choppa hit your fuckin' and I take your motherfuckin' soul
Yeah, we runnin' down with poles, got the big ten on the Rolls, now I passed the fuckin' Copper, and this shit just match the poles
Ay, what it do? Back to the studio, cook in stu'
You know that she doin' you, off the juice, bitch I'm posted with that Glock 30, it's a Fuckin' tool
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)



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