Tommy Swisher Weight (feat. Maui Max)
[Intro]
Tommy Swisher nigga, you already know, ayy
Another Tommy x RXLVND, I'm f..ckin' with that
Ayy, say
Flex on your hater like this, say flex on your hater like this
Ooh, flex on your hater like, flex on your
Yeah, yeah, say
[Hook: Tommy Swisher]
Flex on your hater like this, say flex on your hater like this
Man, all of that weight on my wrist
All of that weight on my wrist
Flex on your hater like this, I say flex on your hater like this
All of that weight on my wrist
See all of that weight on my wrist
[Verse 1: Tommy Swisher]
Big booty bitch wanna touch on my dick
Speed through the 6 bumpin' Gucci and shit
I'm in Atlanta they know what it is
I'm in LA, I know Bloods, I know Crips
This weight on my wrist got me leanin' and leanin' and leanin'
And leanin', but f..ck it, I'm good
I never thought I'd put that on my hood
If you ain't gettin' money, the f..ck is you doin'?
You think that's a wave, bitches watch, let 'em have it
The way I make play they gon' call me John Madden
Ring on my finger they lookin' like Saturn
And it's almost a habit to make it to Saturn
I don't try hard, just know I'm just doin' me
I'm from St. Louis, gettin' fluce overseas
She saw my denim so fresh and so clean
F..ck in the whip, man I think I need weed
[Hook: Tommy Swisher]
Flex on your hater like this, say flex on your hater like this
Man, all of that weight on my wrist
All of that weight on my wrist
Flex on your hater like this, I say flex on your hater like this
All of that weight on my wrist
See all of that weight on my wrist
[Verse 2: Maui Max]
I said, flex on my haters like this, flexed on my baby like this
Think that she leavin' the get, know she ain't goin' nowhere
She know that it's money in here
I be smoking this wonderful pot in a gold Jeep
I got gangsters in here, Maui and Swish got it here
Havin' your bitch walkin' out the hotel
Smellin' like she got blunts
Screamin': F..ck a career
I be swaggin' these beats
I just wanna smoke gas on the beach
Smack that ass, watch the heat then repeat
Try to blow, you going under 6 feet
I got plenty of room under my family tree
Yeah, we're winnin', yup, yeah, we winnin'
Stay with some hoes like some denim
I ain't no hipster, I just be that nigga
My niggas all dreaded, I'm smokin' that reefer
Can't hate cause we livin', can't hate cause we livin'