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[Intro]
Swvsh on the Beat

[Verse]
Ni-Niggas wanna kick shit, like I kick shit
Ni-Niggas wanna lick shit, like I lick shit
Free all my niggas and free Pimp bitch
All you niggas talkin' shit, yeah, we on some simp shit
Tw-two cops codeine, what I sip, bitch
When I walk with the squad we gon' see a limp, bitch
Shoot a shoot with that Glock, no he don't film shit
Ridin' through my hood, you gon' need a pass
Ridin' through the highway, leave it smelling like gas
See the diamonds on my wrist, look like the iPhone flash
I'm gon' whip, do the dash, I know I got niggas mad
Countin' up guala, the cash, making these faces like [?]
Run up-, Run up-, Run up on me then you dumb
Hundred round in a hundred round drum
With my gang they don't go for nun
Smokin' on gas its all in my lung
Stars on my roof, no, it's not night
Sippin' on lean, so I'm feeling alright
Sippin' on lean, no ice
Rings on my finger, I don't got a wife
I got a .30, I don't wanna fight
Flex on yo' bitch, I might
Diamonds look like a night-light
Look at the cash, it's all in my eyesight
How you bring a knife to a gunfight?
That was too cold, I might get frostbite
With my bloods toting right
Off of the lean, goodnight
High as a kite, bitch, I'm high as a flight
I be with Sito, he real right
Look at my choppa, it be the same height
She think I'm nice, but I'm not polite
Choppa blow like a dynamite
With the gang, we gon' unite
Niggas flexing for some IG likes
Whippin' that shit, I'm a don
Hoes on my phone, but I don't respond
Road runnin', lil' bitch, it's a marathon
I got bitches like a nail salon
That bitch like me cause I'm cool
And we rock out with them tools
Young nigga dropped out of school
Fuck class and fuck you too
Fuck hoes, I'm not runnin' to you
Get a bag, they like "What happened to you?"
Niggas be broke, they don't got an excuse
Laughing at 12, like I'm faster than you
Smokin' on gas, I won't pass it to you
You know me, boy, I don't know you
I'm with the guys, I'm with the crew
Countin' up cake and the icing blue
Young nigga still rockin' Trues
To myself, bitch, I stay true
'Cause I wake up and I know I'm that dude
Flashy lil' nigga, pull up in the coup
Quater brick, bitch, we ship it to you
Rappin' that bitch like we get it to you
All my young niggas gon' shoot, nobody shooting for you
Niggas hating on me, but I didn't do this too you
Niggas saying that I'm broke, but you know that it's you
Niggas be broke on the low, why would I hate on you?