Swing My Door

Damn, look at Hawk now

Damn, look at Monty now

Damn, look at Lil' Rob

Damn

Damn, look at Tutta now

Damn, look at Fitty now

Damn (bush checks, nigga)

Yeah

They tellin' me rap, but I'm in the back of the Hawk tryna swing my door

Said I got jumped in jail, okay, that's cool, but that shit bout for sure

Push up with Dracs, buns, and ARPs, I'm outside tappin' froze

A week later, lil Deuce had died, his ass can't scream "Sloom" no more

Push up and swing my door, hop out fast, I'm tryna float

If you on, you better not be slow, we chase shit down straight to the floor (okay, okay)

Hawk had us a pack and Fitty with him, so Vert, let's blow the smoke

These niggas trollin' on the net like I don't clap shit though

Beat up they ride from left to right, just me and Blue, we out all night

Hit up the bitty, do it right, I up my gun and blow my pipe

I never got took, stop the bappin', fully trollin', that shit wack (brr)

I hit blocks, man, niggas go inside they crib like, "What it get?"

Fitty died, nobody spent, Hawk had died, his ass a bitch

Nigga said I'm washed 'cause I don't like to rap, I'm clappin' shit

But when I swing my door, I bail out fast, I'm tryna complete the blitz

The 'Vette broke, the switch jammed, I'm countin' the blue, I'm mad as shit

But I had tapped the switch on live, I went viral for doin' that shit

This lil' boy sayin' my name inside them songs like we don't spank ass and shit

Fitty died, nobody spent, Crew had died, that stupid bitch

And 40 crashed the car and Monty robbed, I got loved by a bitch (damn)