Lyrics: Miles McCollum/Karon Vantrees/Brandon Mitchell/Spencer Jewesson/Javalyn Hall/Michael O. Johnson
Music: Miles McCollum/Karon Vantrees/Brandon Mitchell/Spencer Jewesson/Javalyn Hall/Michael O. Johnson
Shawty, swing my way
Sure look good to me
Now would you please swing my way?
Shawty, swing my way
(Swing it over here, shawty)
In the middle of nowhere and I still found you
Grippin' on your butt when it'sโ
Uh, ayy, grippin' on your butt when it's time for round two
Me and all my **** is the same
Me and all my **** cut from the sameโ what?
If it come down to it, who gon' taโ
Ayy, if it come down to it, who gon' take a charge?
I'll breach from the backend
She suck it like a vacuum
Pants saggin', it's a MAC-10
Chalk a **** like a classroom
Whโ whโ ayy
Whโ wh-wh-wh-what?
Yeah, aight
Aight, nah, for sure
You know a **** like me just tryna cut your head
I don't want no problems
I don't want no tithes, baby
Know a **** like me just tryna cut head
Jump shot 'fore you hit the bed
Real tight, real wet, down your leg
You know **** cowards and I'll say it
I'll devour it, yeah
Let me stick it in, let me sโ
Bring that drank my way
Bring them Percs my way, baby girl, bring thatโ
Bring that mouth my way
Bring them M's my way
Mm, mm
I'm the floor shaker, I'm the trunk beater, I'm the ho sticker
You're the ass-kisser, you're the store runner, you the ho, ho
It's us
Gang, Gangerski
I don't think no ho wanna hug on a broke **** (Yeah)
I'm goin' through a lot of smoke with me
Rein' up on the drugs like I'm dope flippin' (Shh)
We need a 'bow of the Wock', gang chain sippin' (Right now)
Big bro doin' house visits
Yeah, we all in Louis in the morning like they sell breakfast
We blew a fifty in the morning, never ate breakfast
We need some better competition, **** can't check us (On my mama)
Can't Be 'Crete boys over any **** (Gang)
I told her the pool in the back, she a skinny dipper (She naked)
I had to take a **** wife, I'm a real **** (Woo-hoo)
Ain't no green pints allowed, we the seal rippers
Make a ho get a job, take her card skimmin' (A job)
Sell a thousand in this town, then I'm city-switchin' (Skrrt)
If I tell you, "Swear to God," probably lyin' to you (Haha)
Ten times out of nine, got the fire with us (Bap, bap)
That **** Lil Boat like my God-brother ('Crete boy)
We boardin' big jets, not crop dustin' (Hahaha)
She grant my every wish like a fairy godmother
I'm probably goin' to Hell, the opps die, I laugh at 'em
I help so many people, sometimes I be tired of 'em
No cap, though
Can't Be ****ed With boys, Veeze Wavy 'Crete
Bring that drank my way
Bring them Percs my way, baby girl, bring thatโ
Bring that mouth my way
Bring them M's my way
Mm, mm
I'm the floor shaker, I'm the trunk beater, I'm the ho sticker
You're the ass-kisser, you're the store runner
Bring that drank my way
Bring them Percs my way, baby girl, bring thatโ
Bring that mouth my way
Bring them M's my way
Mm, mm
I'm the floor shaker, I'm the trunk beater, I'm the ho sticker
You're the ass-kisser, you're the store runner, you the ho, ho