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My n1gga gon' ride for me
Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me
B1tch, we ain't worried 'bout beef
My shooters fat and they ready to eat
Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D
These n1ggas ain't shooters, they tellin' on me
Aim at your bell, taco filling the scene
I'm pulling my pants up, I'm ready to swing (Ready to swing, ready to swing)
[Verse 1]
I'm ready to swing on a b1tch
If it go left, up the thing on a b1tch
She in love with these balls, put a ring on a b1tch
Iced-out nipple piercings, I put that bling on her tits, n1gga
These choppers real, no orange tips, n1gga
Every month, I go six-figures
We need more straps, b1tch, we getting richer
We real killers, never artificial
Step back and pop like I'm Harden (Harden)
She see the print in the joggers (Joggers)
Thirty-two shots in the joggers (Joggers)
These b1tches look good on TV, but they fooling like it's McDonalds (Like it's McDonalds)
We play with them just like pianos
On the weed farm with Old MacDonald (Donald)
My n1gga gon' ride for me
Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me
B1tch, we ain't worried 'bout beef
My shooters fat and they ready to eat
Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D
These n1ggas ain't shooters, they tellin' on me
Aim at your bell, tacos filling the scene
[Verse 2]
I flooded my pockets with parmesan cheese
Tats on his face, he tryna look throwed
Behind those tattoos, I know he a ho
Pull up with that .40, my shit getting old
If I tell him don't move, that boy striking that pose
2016, we striking for clothes
Flathead in my pocket, we striking for poles
You loving these b1tches, you mad 'bout some hoes
N1gga trying to get some holes 'bout some hoes
N1gga trying to get some smoke by the throat
I was born when a squid ****ed a GOAT
When it's wintertime, we put sticks in our coats (Sticks in our coats, yeah)
My n1gga gon' ride for me
Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me
B1tch, we ain't worried 'bout beef
My shooters fat and they ready to eat
Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D
These n1ggas ain't shooters, they tellin' on me
Aim at your bell, tacos filling the scene
I'm pulling my pants up, I'm ready to swing (Ready to swing, ready to swing)