Type TSwift

Sounds so hard in headphones
So hard
Yea

I'm getting paper honestly (Woah, Woah)
Why they tryna follow me (Woah, Woah)
I got baddies all on me
Spider, Rider
I feel like I'm dying, Flying
Music like a lighter, fire
Bitch why is you crying, They lying
Give me a boost
She sucking dick and don't use a tooth
I'm spitting that fire when I'm in the booth
Givenchy and Fendi, Giuseppe my crew
All my hoes 10s and they gotta caboose

Fucking the baddest bitch
I'm getting cash, lavish shit
Nigga I couldn't imagine this
I just buss my neck my wrist
Like em white type taylor swift
Like my rice my Asian shit
I'm kicking wit my Asian bitch
She like giving brain and shit

Lifes a car so I put it in drive
I stay wit all my bats in the night
I'm nocturnal so you won't survive
If we catch you we letting it fly
Don't act hard if you ain't play your part
Don't get confused between me and my art
Cause the shit I do takes some heart
With these verses I'll tear you apart

If we talking bout hearts I like chrome
I be taking them shots to the dome
Destroying these beats, while I'm by my lonely
Say that she miss me, she trying to phone me
Catching a play with my niggas we drilling
When I'm drunk it's a wonderful feeling
Stacking that money, that money, that money, that money, that money
Right up to the ceiling

I'm getting paper honestly
Why they tryna follow me
I got baddies all on me
Spider, Rider
I feel like I'm dying, Flying
Music like a lighter, fire
Bitch why is you crying, They lying
Give me a boost
She sucking dick and don't use a tooth
I'm spitting that fire when I'm in the booth
Givenchy and Fendi, Giuseppe my crew
All my hoes 10s and they gotta caboose

Glock 19 with a dick on it
Fully automatic with with a switch on it
Bitch on my dick homie
I don't give a fuck nigga you can't dap me up cause you not my big homie



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Writer(s): Eliahs Williams
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