Swing It

Hold on

Okay

For real

Free my hood, nigga

Fuck your hood, nigga

I'm still on the I've always saw a grill, nigga

Tell the house folks stay south, we're

Gonna pull up and kill all of your ass

Okay?

Nigga

Hold on, slow this bitch down

Unlock my door

I'm finna swing this bitch

Dude, there's that eating chips coming out of the store

I know you seen that shit

I was chasing him down

Bullies was hitting his body

The nigga was saying he quit

Trying to jump in the streets and you don't know shit about the beef

Your ass gonna die too quick

Put the TM down

Had to go pick up my nine

That bitch got too much kick

Because money on clothes

Should have went and bought him a gun

His dumb ass died and rich

Your dumb ass was liking this picture

Now you gotta get it

You put yourself in the middle

Just got a loan to hop

Call up Farri

We finna pick up slick

Bitch, I got my name for robbing niggas

And shooting this bitch to the clip

Got a switch on the back

Put me a grip on the front so I'm holding this bitch when it blick

If we like it, we take it

Please don't come around faking

Talking and snatch your kit

Don't be running around with your bitch or your kids

We killing whoever you with

For real

This how it go

Big guys slow this bitch down

I'm finna swing my door

Flick bounce out on the left

I bounce out on the right

His dumb ass get key low

Slit so thirsty to shoot

Slow the fuck down

I'm trying to get up close

He ain't see it coming

Me and slick ran up dumping

We left his shit on the floor

Swing my dope

When shots get fat, everybody get low

Bell out the V, I'm gonna chase something down

Niggas ducking and diving all over the floor

Let me know if it's smoke, because we blowed at the most

We killing the opps and we fucking they hoes

Twenty years old, but I sound like a vet

I've been catching heads, but I want me some more

Got a drop on a nigga for the pickup, Von

We chasing shit down

Little nigga, don't run

He caught a face shot when he stepped out the door, but

He couldn't shoot back because he didn't have his gun

Roll up the opps, put them in the pack

I see him and kill him

I do it for fun

Big opp this and big opp that

They say they gonna kill me, they not on the crumb

I had a drink and slick had a switch

We shot his ass up from his face to his arm

Von bailed out with an AIP and finished

Him off, so I knew he was done

Von swing that dope, slick swing that dope

I'm swinging my dope, we gonna bail out, boom

I fucked this hoe, slick fucked this hoe

Von fucked this hoe, that little bitch gone

Yeah

When we pull up, we don't shoot out cars, we swinging doors

Bitch, what I told up on my side will turn you to a ghost

I know why these niggas mad, because

Ben's gonna pop his shit the most

No, we can't chill

Whenever we get done fucking, bitch, we gotta go

Yeah, you want smoke, then blow

Big 4K, them niggas hoes

Hit they shit with a button

You heard that, brrr, soon as I swung my door

Way up in this fifth year, gloves and

Masks, he scared to drop that load

We can donate money and guns to all my opps because they ass broke

Now I don't too much play with niggas

I'll get on your ass for cracking a joke

You know I got big up on my side with a

Button and drink, nigga, watch your approach

Yeah, yeah

You can catch a shot, two, three blocks

Ain't no more parole, I'm sliding with my jocks

I'm with Von

If I tell him to, he gonna put you in a box

Swing that dope

I'm steady trying to, but whole time my shit was locked

Swing that dope

The first nigga that got out blowing it was big op

I love choppers

Every time you let off the drink, you see a spark