SWANK WHITE

Lyrics

[Intro: Joey Bada$$] Yeah, yeah (Ayo!) I'm back Big Swank White and all that (Brrr, bullet!) Lotta niggas talk that talk but Very few of them can walk that walk, you know what I'm saying? (Talk your shit, nigga, facts) Yeah, word up Check it out (Talk to these niggas, man) Uh, look (Badmon) [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Ayo, reporting live from the side where the grass greener Do this for my niggas with dreams of pushing Benz and Beamers Dodging government subpoenas, state tax and misdemeanors (Aha) AP got the screw face but my bitch is meaner Pockets on Blueface, neck hitting like Chrisean Rock 'Salla ma, this deeper than rap, yo, this that fine art Since a lil' nigga had a lion heart, always get the lion share Got my mind clear now I'm buying stocks Meetings out in Bryant Park Morgan Stanley treat me like I'm close family I just dropped eighty in the market like I'm Kobe (Kobe) I carried the whole team by my dolely Nobody ever told me that the top would feel this lonely Had to revoke my access when niggas got phony Diversify my assets, you a one-trick pony Since I turned eighteen, I been my own big homie Sock you niggas in the mouth, on camera, like Mick Foley Nigga, it's big Joey, ask around, your bitch know me Did a lot of shit to live this life, word to Rich Homie Truly humbled under God, Alhamdulillah Had to learn to run before I learned how to fly Every New Year, we still bustin' shots at the sky Took a nigga out the hood, but not the hood out a nigga All my life, I been surrounded by some stone cold killers Still niggas are drug dealers You ain't got to understand this shit, but you gotta feel us I'm back on my bullshit like Mike in '95 So I'm fly, you couldn't reach these heights unless you find God Inshallah, I just make salat, now I'm on the clock Had influence way before TikTok, been one to watch They think I lost the plot, I think they must forgot How I got this spot, bitch, I'm solid as a cinderblock I had to take a minute to live a little and laugh a lot Through the pain, came back strong from the battles I fought Plus, it made me sharper, I never been one to fold or rot JBA, just be authentic, can't be something I'm not I'm aiming for the top, taking every shot If it came to beef, I'll be stirring the pot and serving it hot Never lost the hunger, I just got a different appetite, I'm dishin' Humble pie to you niggas who want to grab a slice, look I got bragging rights and live a lavish life, I had to sacrifice They want the full experience at half the price They some parasites, I knew I always had the sight They couldn't see these heights if they had a satellite Shine bright like it's my God given right I raised the frequency and now they see me in a different light, yeah [Chorus: Joey Bada$$ & Westside Gunn] Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that walk? (Know I'm saying? Straight like that) Me and FLYGOD in the spot with the hawks (I'm back) If you don't get the picture, draw the piece, it's an art One wrong move, we turnin' bodies into (Yeah, we still on that, Swank White and all that) Niggas gon' talk that talk, but who gon' walk that walk? (Let that bitch breathe, man) Me and FLYGOD in the spot with the hawks (Real rap, real rap shit) If you don't get the picture, draw the piece, it's an art (But it's still like high art, brrt, brrt, you know I'm saying? Fine art) One wrong move, we turnin' bodies into chalk (Super FLYGOD, yeah) [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, hail Michelle, we can go to war, shell for shell (Brr, brrrrr) FLYGOD, they crucified me nail by nail (Aah) Then came back like it never left (Whoop) Dior when I resurrect, me and Slick can go neck for neck (Ahh) I been the illest if you think about it After a drill, we don't speak about it (uh-uh) Chanel Moccasins bloody while you beg God for oxygen (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I was on your opposite, Givenchy ski mask with the Glock tip (Ah, boom, boom, boom) Just fucked a bitch out in Prague, I got options (Whoop) Red tops, blue tops, green, I got options (I got options) Came through Bang Bang Gang like Juice Robinson Told my fiend kiss my pinky ring, I'm the opulent (Aah) If this phone ring right here, you know the coppies in (bbrring) Every time you try to whip it back, you incompetent (Aah) I be in a ten bedroom where the mountains at (Whoop) I done had niggas tied up, where the ounces at? (Aah) Fleet two mil, one red, where the fountain at? (Skrrrt) Money machine broke, who the fuck counting that? (Aah) [Chorus: Joey Bada$$] Niggas gon talk that talk, but who gon' walk that walk? (Yeah, yeah) Me and FLYGOD in the spot with the hawks (We still on that shit, nigga) If you don't get the picture, draw the piece, it's an art (All 2025, we all the way live, we still on that) One wrong move, we turnin' bodies into Niggas gon talk that talk, but who gon' walk that walk? Me and FLYGOD in the spot with the hawks If you don't get the picture, draw the piece, it's an art One wrong move, we turnin' bodies into