Swamp- swamp boy
Swamp boy, I'm sippin' muddy
Stretch a opp, call him silly putty
That ho say she really want me
Can you be my alibi
Say I was with you from nine-five
If you do yo job ima lay this pipe and make you mine
I trust loyalty over pride
All that gold was overpriced
Snatched it off the shelf for myself
I ain't paid no mind
Think that boy got arithmophobia
He scared of the number nine
Just wait til he sees it holds 13
That gon blow his mind
Just wait til you see me eat these beans
Not the pinto kind
I was on the road off them beans plottin' licks (licks!)
You was in the crib flicking bean, you's a bitch (bitch!)
Bitch on her knees, cameras flash, we made a flick (flick!)
Status on gleam, check the neck and the wrist (wrist!)
Ruby on my pinky and emerald on my bitch
I'm John Cena, you ain't seen me when I drove by your crib
Big ol' ARP sendin' souls off into the wind
And I'm thuggin' like I got my rap name from the Crips
If you got love for a hustler, put your hands up
Gotta hit the road, gotta split of these grams up
Then go see the damn plug
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
Yuh yuh
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
If you got love for a hustler, put your hands up
Gotta hit the road, gotta split of these grams up
Then go see the damn plug
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
Yuh yuh
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
They used to clown on the boy, that was a big mistake
They used to call me slow, but the tortoise wins the race
Now I murder every show, dump the burner, switch the plates
Told that lil' groupie, no, you can't never see my face
Yeah, I done alotta woah, but I ain't never caught a case
Now it's back out on the road, got alotta bread to make
I'm a baker, get the dough, stuff it all inside the safe
Servin cookies to the custies, if you push me you ain't safe
He a pussy, he ain't paid, when we see him pump the brakes
I be liftin' up the beef on him, I had to up the stakes
Make him pull out his own teeth, he ain't finna say a thing
He had balls, then he lost them, cast away, Tom Hanks
If you got love for a hustler, put your hands up
Gotta hit the road, gotta split of these grams up
Then go see the damn plug
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
Yuh yuh
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
Sam's Club
Yuh Yuh
Z gang Z gang
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Swamp- swamp boy
Swamp boy, I'm sippin' muddy
Stretch a opp, call him silly putty
That ho say she really want me
Can you be my alibi
Say I was with you from nine-five
If you do yo job ima lay this pipe and make you mine
I trust loyalty over pride
All that gold was overpriced
Snatched it off the shelf for myself
I ain't paid no mind
Think that boy got arithmophobia
He scared of the number nine
Just wait til he sees it holds 13
That gon blow his mind
Just wait til you see me eat these beans
Not the pinto kind
I was on the road off them beans plottin' licks (licks!)
You was in the crib flicking bean, you's a bitch (bitch!)
Bitch on her knees, cameras flash, we made a flick (flick!)
Status on gleam, check the neck and the wrist (wrist!)
Ruby on my pinky and emerald on my bitch
I'm John Cena, you ain't seen me when I drove by your crib
Big ol' ARP sendin' souls off into the wind
And I'm thuggin' like I got my rap name from the Crips
If you got love for a hustler, put your hands up
Gotta hit the road, gotta split of these grams up
Then go see the damn plug
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
Yuh yuh
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
If you got love for a hustler, put your hands up
Gotta hit the road, gotta split of these grams up
Then go see the damn plug
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
Yuh yuh
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
They used to clown on the boy, that was a big mistake
They used to call me slow, but the tortoise wins the race
Now I murder every show, dump the burner, switch the plates
Told that lil' groupie, no, you can't never see my face
Yeah, I done alotta woah, but I ain't never caught a case
Now it's back out on the road, got alotta bread to make
I'm a baker, get the dough, stuff it all inside the safe
Servin cookies to the custies, if you push me you ain't safe
He a pussy, he ain't paid, when we see him pump the brakes
I be liftin' up the beef on him, I had to up the stakes
Make him pull out his own teeth, he ain't finna say a thing
He had balls, then he lost them, cast away, Tom Hanks
If you got love for a hustler, put your hands up
Gotta hit the road, gotta split of these grams up
Then go see the damn plug
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
Yuh yuh
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
Sam's Club
Yuh Yuh
Z gang Z gang
Swamp boy, I'm sippin' muddy
Stretch a opp, call him silly putty
That ho say she really want me
Can you be my alibi
Say I was with you from nine-five
If you do yo job ima lay this pipe and make you mine
I trust loyalty over pride
All that gold was overpriced
Snatched it off the shelf for myself
I ain't paid no mind
Think that boy got arithmophobia
He scared of the number nine
Just wait til he sees it holds 13
That gon blow his mind
Just wait til you see me eat these beans
Not the pinto kind
I was on the road off them beans plottin' licks (licks!)
You was in the crib flicking bean, you's a bitch (bitch!)
Bitch on her knees, cameras flash, we made a flick (flick!)
Status on gleam, check the neck and the wrist (wrist!)
Ruby on my pinky and emerald on my bitch
I'm John Cena, you ain't seen me when I drove by your crib
Big ol' ARP sendin' souls off into the wind
And I'm thuggin' like I got my rap name from the Crips
If you got love for a hustler, put your hands up
Gotta hit the road, gotta split of these grams up
Then go see the damn plug
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
Yuh yuh
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
If you got love for a hustler, put your hands up
Gotta hit the road, gotta split of these grams up
Then go see the damn plug
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
Yuh yuh
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
They used to clown on the boy, that was a big mistake
They used to call me slow, but the tortoise wins the race
Now I murder every show, dump the burner, switch the plates
Told that lil' groupie, no, you can't never see my face
Yeah, I done alotta woah, but I ain't never caught a case
Now it's back out on the road, got alotta bread to make
I'm a baker, get the dough, stuff it all inside the safe
Servin cookies to the custies, if you push me you ain't safe
He a pussy, he ain't paid, when we see him pump the brakes
I be liftin' up the beef on him, I had to up the stakes
Make him pull out his own teeth, he ain't finna say a thing
He had balls, then he lost them, cast away, Tom Hanks
If you got love for a hustler, put your hands up
Gotta hit the road, gotta split of these grams up
Then go see the damn plug
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
Yuh yuh
Get it in bulk, Sam's Club
Sam's Club
Yuh Yuh
Z gang Z gang
Writer: Daniel Renken
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid