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[Intro] Swvsh on the Beat [Verse] Ni-Niggas wanna kick shit, like I kick shit Ni-Niggas wanna lick shit, like I lick shit Free all my niggas and free Pimp bitch All you niggas talkin' shit, yeah, we on some simp shit Tw-two cops codeine, what I sip, bitch When I walk with the squad we gon' see a limp, bitch Shoot a shoot with that Glock, no he don't film shit Ridin' through my hood, you gon' need a pass Ridin' through the highway, leave it smelling like gas See the diamonds on my wrist, look like the iPhone flash I'm gon' whip, do the dash, I know I got niggas mad Countin' up guala, the cash, making these faces like [?] Run up-, Run up-, Run up on me then you dumb Hundred round in a hundred round drum With my gang they don't go for nun Smokin' on gas its all in my lung Stars on my roof, no, it's not night Sippin' on lean, so I'm feeling alright Sippin' on lean, no ice Rings on my finger, I don't got a wife I got a .30, I don't wanna fight Flex on yo' bitch, I might Diamonds look like a night-light Look at the cash, it's all in my eyesight How you bring a knife to a gunfight? That was too cold, I might get frostbite With my bloods toting right Off of the lean, goodnight High as a kite, bitch, I'm high as a flight I be with Sito, he real right Look at my choppa, it be the same height She think I'm nice, but I'm not polite Choppa blow like a dynamite With the gang, we gon' unite Niggas flexing for some IG likes Whippin' that shit, I'm a don Hoes on my phone, but I don't respond Road runnin', lil' bitch, it's a marathon I got bitches like a nail salon That bitch like me cause I'm cool And we rock out with them tools Young nigga dropped out of school Fuck class and fuck you too Fuck hoes, I'm not runnin' to you Get a bag, they like "What happened to you?" Niggas be broke, they don't got an excuse Laughing at 12, like I'm faster than you Smokin' on gas, I won't pass it to you You know me, boy, I don't know you I'm with the guys, I'm with the crew Countin' up cake and the icing blue Young nigga still rockin' Trues To myself, bitch, I stay true 'Cause I wake up and I know I'm that dude Flashy lil' nigga, pull up in the coup Quater brick, bitch, we ship it to you Rappin' that bitch like we get it to you All my young niggas gon' shoot, nobody shooting for you Niggas hating on me, but I didn't do this too you Niggas saying that I'm broke, but you know that it's you Niggas be broke on the low, why would I hate on you?