Babytron Swish
[Intro]
Yeah, I made six figures this winter in my Timberlands
Yeah, huh
I ran up six figures this winter in my Timberlands
Huh, yeah, huh
[Verse]
I ran up six figures this winter in my Timberlands
Backhand a bitch for backtalking, where's yo discipline?
If the quarterback get it off, shit, we gon' blitz again
Cutting up in the booth, ain't bring a pair of scissors in
Off a Perc' 30 in the coupe, bitch, I got road rage
I live a fast brakes lifestyle on a slow day
My hitman'll blow you, I just hit the mall and blow pape
Dick sucking-ass gon' ride the wave till yo boat break
Two thousand dollars kicks for no reason, I just had to do 'em
Oh, you need a zip? Then pull up, I'ma tax you, stupid
Woke up high as hell, shotgun, we on [?] and [?]
And if they ever get me in that room, bitch, I'm acting clueless
Camp around the corner in a rental till the mail comes
'Cat faster than a cheetah, oh, yo whip a snail, huh?
Got my bitch [?] with her nails done
Talking 'bout some smoke? Can you please just inhale some?
We different, you'll roll a gram, I'm a three five chief
We different, this a V12, that's a [?]
We different, way before the EDD, I had the swipe fever
Delta first class, I'm a real life sightseer
How I act now, that's how I acted then
With the Men in Black and best believe they got the gadgets in
Dawg said he horsed me? Someone please throw a cap to him
Yeah, it's cool to shoot but sometimes you gotta pass to win
Boy blocked me from his bitch 'Gram but I bet I f..cked
Getting good head at 4 AM like, "How the hell I'm up?"
Drop a deuce of Wock, for a band, I'll sell my cup
7.62s big as f..ck, could flip a semi truck
Bitch, I'm jacked up like a car with a flat tire
Yeah, you might ball a little bit but my stats higher
You looking crazy at the self-scan, I only jam fires
Half of me love the fast life, the other half tired
If I see the opps, I'm ten toes, ain't gotta juke up in me
I keep nodding off 'cause I got a deuce of juice up in me
Big exotic 'Woods, giant [?] ain't no hookah in me
White boy'll pass the play to gang, that's the Luka in me
My hitman cheap, he sliding in a Taurus with a torch
Shit talker, when the beat come on, I ignore the chorus
Sleepy head, man, I f..cked around and poured a four, I'm snoring
Soaring in the Trackhawk, it's roaring, bitch, watch me floor it
You don't know shit if you really think that girl yours
Sick of broke hoes, if I see one, I'ma hurl towards her
My one, yeah, know who she is, I give the world to her
Four years ago was upping giffies on a world tour
Walk in closet full of drip, it look like Narnia
Chopstick got more shots on it than a party bus
Boy, I thought you hardbodied, why the f..ck yo Cartis tucked?
You gon' hear a "swish" every time, better guard me up
[Outro]
Huh, yeah, bitch, huh, yeah, you better guard me up
You gon' hear a "swish" every time, you better guard me up
Yeah, bitch, I'm scoring
Yeah, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, ShittyBoyz