Mister swap a bitch out can't keep no hoe
She asking questions like what am I on baby I'm gone I was beatin' the road
Told her eat that shit up or bitch leave me alone
Niggas be saying I'm calling hits so f*ck it I'm acting like Al Capone
I'ma send him a pic of his house from a drone
Bitch wanna do that childish shit, nigga Bust yo gun, we way too grown
Nah f*ck that shit, I'm way too on to beef with him from his mama home
Sticks and stones ain't breakin' bones but blue tips go through mobile homes
I'm with some fine shit, I would say her name but that's fed talk
I don't even pay for cat, but I'm curious what they head cost
All he seen is me scoop up his boo thang then I sped off
I done did dash up in this bitch and burnt the treads off
I done burnt the store down, turn a hookah bar to a whore lounge
My young nigga tweaked, he put green in his cup I made him pour it out
She ain't know before, but her friend gave her the scoop, and now she showin' out
Can't show no mercy, I could be up twenty, still gon' blow him out
I was never listenin, give a f*ck what he said
Bitch still actin' slow, I'm startin' to think this nigga sped
My plug text me rojo, OMG, he got some red
I don't need no promo, I just drop shit on they heads
She don't need no ass shots, she came thick look how she stand
Hats be goin' cheap, they probably clap him for a band
I was gon' do him bad, but then I had a change plans
Treat his ass like bowling, should've striked em, but I spared
Got this SC jacket on, look like I jumped straight from Japan
We smokin' shit like Cheech and Chong, we let it heat up and expand
Iso clear the store out, my cups same color Morehouse
My shit gon' look like the Raiders if I add one more ounce
In a Tesla with the doors that go up way high in the back
The way these niggas steal my style, you probably think I'm sellin' swag
Put your money on Lil Fergo, cause I'm steppin on they ass
FTL, we movin' turbo to the top and hella fast
Mister swap a bitch out can't keep no hoe
She asking questions like what am I on baby I'm gone I was beatin' the road
Told her eat that shit up or bitch leave me alone
Niggas be saying I'm calling hits so f*ck it I'm acting like Al Capone
I'ma send him a pic of his house from a drone
Bitch wanna do that childish shit, nigga Bust yo gun, we way too grown
Nah f*ck that shit, I'm way too on to beef with him from his mama home
Sticks and stones ain't breakin' bones but blue tips go through mobile homes
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Mister swap a bitch out can't keep no hoe
She asking questions like what am I on baby I'm gone I was beatin' the road
Told her eat that shit up or bitch leave me alone
Niggas be saying I'm calling hits so f*ck it I'm acting like Al Capone
I'ma send him a pic of his house from a drone
Bitch wanna do that childish shit, nigga Bust yo gun, we way too grown
Nah f*ck that shit, I'm way too on to beef with him from his mama home
Sticks and stones ain't breakin' bones but blue tips go through mobile homes
I'm with some fine shit, I would say her name but that's fed talk
I don't even pay for cat, but I'm curious what they head cost
All he seen is me scoop up his boo thang then I sped off
I done did dash up in this bitch and burnt the treads off
I done burnt the store down, turn a hookah bar to a whore lounge
My young nigga tweaked, he put green in his cup I made him pour it out
She ain't know before, but her friend gave her the scoop, and now she showin' out
Can't show no mercy, I could be up twenty, still gon' blow him out
I was never listenin, give a f*ck what he said
Bitch still actin' slow, I'm startin' to think this nigga sped
My plug text me rojo, OMG, he got some red
I don't need no promo, I just drop shit on they heads
She don't need no ass shots, she came thick look how she stand
Hats be goin' cheap, they probably clap him for a band
I was gon' do him bad, but then I had a change plans
Treat his ass like bowling, should've striked em, but I spared
Got this SC jacket on, look like I jumped straight from Japan
We smokin' shit like Cheech and Chong, we let it heat up and expand
Iso clear the store out, my cups same color Morehouse
My shit gon' look like the Raiders if I add one more ounce
In a Tesla with the doors that go up way high in the back
The way these niggas steal my style, you probably think I'm sellin' swag
Put your money on Lil Fergo, cause I'm steppin on they ass
FTL, we movin' turbo to the top and hella fast
Mister swap a bitch out can't keep no hoe
She asking questions like what am I on baby I'm gone I was beatin' the road
Told her eat that shit up or bitch leave me alone
Niggas be saying I'm calling hits so f*ck it I'm acting like Al Capone
I'ma send him a pic of his house from a drone
Bitch wanna do that childish shit, nigga Bust yo gun, we way too grown
Nah f*ck that shit, I'm way too on to beef with him from his mama home
Sticks and stones ain't breakin' bones but blue tips go through mobile homes
She asking questions like what am I on baby I'm gone I was beatin' the road
Told her eat that shit up or bitch leave me alone
Niggas be saying I'm calling hits so f*ck it I'm acting like Al Capone
I'ma send him a pic of his house from a drone
Bitch wanna do that childish shit, nigga Bust yo gun, we way too grown
Nah f*ck that shit, I'm way too on to beef with him from his mama home
Sticks and stones ain't breakin' bones but blue tips go through mobile homes
I'm with some fine shit, I would say her name but that's fed talk
I don't even pay for cat, but I'm curious what they head cost
All he seen is me scoop up his boo thang then I sped off
I done did dash up in this bitch and burnt the treads off
I done burnt the store down, turn a hookah bar to a whore lounge
My young nigga tweaked, he put green in his cup I made him pour it out
She ain't know before, but her friend gave her the scoop, and now she showin' out
Can't show no mercy, I could be up twenty, still gon' blow him out
I was never listenin, give a f*ck what he said
Bitch still actin' slow, I'm startin' to think this nigga sped
My plug text me rojo, OMG, he got some red
I don't need no promo, I just drop shit on they heads
She don't need no ass shots, she came thick look how she stand
Hats be goin' cheap, they probably clap him for a band
I was gon' do him bad, but then I had a change plans
Treat his ass like bowling, should've striked em, but I spared
Got this SC jacket on, look like I jumped straight from Japan
We smokin' shit like Cheech and Chong, we let it heat up and expand
Iso clear the store out, my cups same color Morehouse
My shit gon' look like the Raiders if I add one more ounce
In a Tesla with the doors that go up way high in the back
The way these niggas steal my style, you probably think I'm sellin' swag
Put your money on Lil Fergo, cause I'm steppin on they ass
FTL, we movin' turbo to the top and hella fast
Mister swap a bitch out can't keep no hoe
She asking questions like what am I on baby I'm gone I was beatin' the road
Told her eat that shit up or bitch leave me alone
Niggas be saying I'm calling hits so f*ck it I'm acting like Al Capone
I'ma send him a pic of his house from a drone
Bitch wanna do that childish shit, nigga Bust yo gun, we way too grown
Nah f*ck that shit, I'm way too on to beef with him from his mama home
Sticks and stones ain't breakin' bones but blue tips go through mobile homes
Writer: K FERGUSON
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid