Swamp G - E.I. Lyrics

Made that bitch say "E.I." when I hit her with the tip drill
Petey Pablo, spin that shirt like a windmill
Baby Boy Da Prince, way I pull up in the big wheel
Travel trailer swag when I f*ck her in the fifth-wheel
Swamp swag blinding, young old timer
F*ck Juice WRLD, he the one with a vagina
Bitch I'm hanging dong on the trolly, Thundergunning
Hoes on my dick 'cause I think I'm Dolph Lundgren
Action Man flexing, Max Steel flexing
G.I. Joe flexing, In the Dodge Dart
Young Swamp G in the Mazda Miata
Price is motherf*cking right, Bob Barker
Finna pop tags, lollipop Jag
Yellow brick road, rubber burnt in the path
I'm a green witch, pretty young hoe
Not a gigolo but i could turn tricks
I could do magic, shake and bake swagging
My bitch is the baddest, and she got a wagon
Gold rush whipping, yeah she look delicious
Feed me grape, Caesar, while I'm sucking on her (Swag)
51 Son on the candy Kawasaki
Four-wheeler pulling up and skidding like it's hockey
In the Air Forces that my girlfriend bought me
Sipping on that god damn Johnny Walker
Rip shit, leave it, hardest rapper breathing
Authentic-ass bitch, I ain't never been scheming
Swamp is the answer, call me I don't answer
Bitch I'm in the studio, and I ain't tryna talk to y'all right now
I do not FaceTime, heard it through the grape vine
Swamp G bars hit these bitches like an aged wine
Four years later you gon' see what I be talking bout
Follow in my tracks then you walking on the holy ground
Never slowing down, SpongeBob with the big toe
Never slowing down, even when I am a rich hoe
Way she back it up, she be pissing Squidward off
Bitch I had the Yaki, pioneer with that sauce
Teriyaki flavor, Everglade Fader
Dropping all these bangers, 51 still in the chamber
Lookin like I'm scary, rap game, I carry
Shoutout Cuntry Storm, shoutout to that Lellow Jerri
Teriyaki flavor, Everglade Fader
Dropping all these bangers, 51 still in the chamber
Lookin like I'm scary, rap game, I carry
Shoutout Cuntry Storm, shoutout to that Lellow Jerri