$hawty (feat. Switch.)

I'm not one to front
But I really like to stunt
Yea I'm cool like two degrees
And he just passed me the blunt

You like to front
I like to stunt
I told lil mama
Go roll my blunt
You like the front
I like the back
She throw it backkkkk
Don't get attached
Shawty with the shits
Shawty with the shits, hold on
Shawty with the shits
Shawty with the shits, hold on
Go snap you a pic
Go snap you a pic, hold on
Go snap you a

Got a brand new time piece
Still got bad timing
Nigga went and got two degrees
Then I end up rhyming
Pretty bad bih say cheese
Wanna be my main squeeze
Shaking ass her expertise
Beat the pussy up it's deceased
Keep going don't get weak
Bend it over feel it in ya knee
Go roll up some tree
Light it up girl feel free
Never met a nigga like me
On point do it to a T
2 Blessed Chi Fi Chi
Don't Fear Nobody

Hold on, excuse me
Excuse me shawty shawty
Can you tap baby girl with the body body
Excuse me, pardon sorry
Do you knock over shit when you walk
Don't answer
That ass don't just clap it can talk
Losing my train of thought
When you throwing them tracks
I can throw all these racks
In the small of your back
Oohhh hold on mama
Look no questions asked
Ima need you to throw that ass like that

I need me some loot
I don't need a boo
I am number one
But I'm rocking 2
Show me you the truth
Then I might salute
Shawty what it do
Shawty what it...

You Like to Front
I Like to Stunt
Stop All the Cap
Them Ain't No Fuckin Runtz
You Like to Punt
You Not the One
I Got Some Head
Your Job is Done

Shawty With the Shits
Shawty With the Shits Hold On
Shawty With the Shits
Shawty With the Shits Hold on
Shoot yo shot don't miss
Shoot yo shot don't miss, hold on
Shawty with the shits
Shawty with the, uhh

Come on get II Fit
Do yo squats like this
I could show ya tricks
I could make ya thick
Shoot yo shot don't miss
Better not nut too quick
Bitch yo ass ain't slick
You will get hand picked
It's my time tick tick
Bitch that shit gone click
I told her I'm like Future
Cause I'm talking with my stick
I could politic
The flow ah make ya sick
Come here let's make a flick
She really doing her shit

Hold on
Hold on nigga you can't be touching me like that
I know it's back there
And it's a thirty inch
No pack hair
But you can't put no racks there
It ain't nothing to talk about
Square ass nigga
Lame ass nigga