Sweeney

Cranberry juice, roll keef, then he flows
I'll pipe Perri
Might cuff her, but I won't marry
I make songs for myself and the hoes
So the boyfriends think I don't spit, but they know
That they're girlfriends swallow
It's a hit, ya'll don't know
I'll make thirty fore' I hit thirty, aroma is Burberry
Me and all my boys spend paper on cologne
Just to roll a blunt and smoke, then smell like it all day
That's rough, I got tips, you can use it
If you don't get box, then you won't get my music
Everyone's a pussy nowadays, get a (eunuch)
This rap shit chose me, I ain't had to choose it
Don't got a type, but she has to be a meanie
Glow up like magic on the hoes, now you see me
I'll be damned if have a bitch leave me
Yung Shano, tryna pipe Sydney Sweeney
Hit the stroke then I make her go (uhh)
Shake like she needs me, I'm here best believe me
Blond hair with a ass on it
Got the pipe deep and it's no gagging (?)
02' baby but my first love chronic
Smoke Xxplosive ever since, ironic
I'm that guy tell a friend to tell a friend so i can make it in the end
I need some money I can spend on your

Shano's in his bag again
These square motherfuckers know what's happening
Check your Audemar, y'all know what the fuck time it is
Time to crunch and chomp on em', y'all ain't stopping this
Why you mad your bitch went with the best pick
If you love her, let her go, she'll react quick
An average joe in my ways, but my brain's sick
She lets me hit it on the side and she won't say shit
I'm sorry homie, she just wants to get to know me
Kick it at the crib, watch a film, it's no baloney
I look in the mirror and see Pac, cuz
People got they mind made up before they even know me
Don't you compare me, cuz' you're dead wrong
It's always the same dance to the same song
I don't half ass things I put my name on
So if it says Shano on her phone, well then game's on



Credits
Writer(s): Shahan Khamooshian
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