Swing It

Hold on
Okay
For real
Free my hood, nigga
Fuck your hood, nigga
I'm still on the I've always saw a grill, nigga
Tell the house folks stay south, we're
Gonna pull up and kill all of your ass
Okay?
Nigga
Hold on, slow this bitch down
Unlock my door
I'm finna swing this bitch
Dude, there's that eating chips coming out of the store
I know you seen that shit
I was chasing him down
Bullies was hitting his body
The nigga was saying he quit
Trying to jump in the streets and you don't know shit about the beef
Your ass gonna die too quick
Put the TM down
Had to go pick up my nine
That bitch got too much kick
Because money on clothes
Should have went and bought him a gun
His dumb ass died and rich
Your dumb ass was liking this picture
Now you gotta get it
You put yourself in the middle
Just got a loan to hop
Call up Farri
We finna pick up slick
Bitch, I got my name for robbing niggas
And shooting this bitch to the clip
Got a switch on the back
Put me a grip on the front so I'm holding this bitch when it blick
If we like it, we take it
Please don't come around faking
Talking and snatch your kit
Don't be running around with your bitch or your kids
We killing whoever you with
For real
This how it go
Big guys slow this bitch down
I'm finna swing my door
Flick bounce out on the left
I bounce out on the right
His dumb ass get key low
Slit so thirsty to shoot
Slow the fuck down
I'm trying to get up close
He ain't see it coming
Me and slick ran up dumping
We left his shit on the floor
Swing my dope
When shots get fat, everybody get low
Bell out the V, I'm gonna chase something down
Niggas ducking and diving all over the floor
Let me know if it's smoke, because we blowed at the most
We killing the opps and we fucking they hoes
Twenty years old, but I sound like a vet
I've been catching heads, but I want me some more
Got a drop on a nigga for the pickup, Von
We chasing shit down
Little nigga, don't run
He caught a face shot when he stepped out the door, but
He couldn't shoot back because he didn't have his gun
Roll up the opps, put them in the pack
I see him and kill him
I do it for fun
Big opp this and big opp that
They say they gonna kill me, they not on the crumb
I had a drink and slick had a switch
We shot his ass up from his face to his arm
Von bailed out with an AIP and finished
Him off, so I knew he was done
Von swing that dope, slick swing that dope
I'm swinging my dope, we gonna bail out, boom
I fucked this hoe, slick fucked this hoe
Von fucked this hoe, that little bitch gone
Yeah
When we pull up, we don't shoot out cars, we swinging doors
Bitch, what I told up on my side will turn you to a ghost
I know why these niggas mad, because
Ben's gonna pop his shit the most
No, we can't chill
Whenever we get done fucking, bitch, we gotta go
Yeah, you want smoke, then blow
Big 4K, them niggas hoes
Hit they shit with a button
You heard that, brrr, soon as I swung my door
Way up in this fifth year, gloves and
Masks, he scared to drop that load
We can donate money and guns to all my opps because they ass broke
Now I don't too much play with niggas
I'll get on your ass for cracking a joke
You know I got big up on my side with a
Button and drink, nigga, watch your approach
Yeah, yeah
You can catch a shot, two, three blocks
Ain't no more parole, I'm sliding with my jocks
I'm with Von
If I tell him to, he gonna put you in a box
Swing that dope
I'm steady trying to, but whole time my shit was locked
Swing that dope
The first nigga that got out blowing it was big op
I love choppers
Every time you let off the drink, you see a spark