Swisher Songtext
(Surf Gang, bitch)
Yeah-yeah, ah, yeah-yeah
(Ayo, J6, turn that up)
Ah, yeah, ah, yeah
Some niggas say I changed, I'm worried 'bout guap, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas
Got a small-ass circle, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas, I love my niggas
My mother don't fuck with all of the smokin', but it made my vibe litter
His pockets is hurtin', he worth five figures
Shit on these niggas, I don't mean to litter
Yeah-yeah, ah, yeah-yeah
(Ayo, J6, turn that up)
Ah, yeah, ah, yeah
Some niggas say I changed, I'm worried 'bout guap, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas
Got a small-ass circle, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas, I love my niggas
My mother don't fuck with all of the smokin', but it made my vibe litter
His pockets is hurtin', he worth five figures
Shit on these niggas, I don't mean to litter
Dick on her lip and that shit like a blister
Hit from the back, finna dance in her liver
From the distance, that shit like [?]
She know the drill like a system
Dick lips, I know that she kissed 'еm
Chrome Hearts, putting my fist up
Broke-ass nigga, told him gеt his drip up
Broke-ass nigga, told him get his chips up
He on my 'Gram looking for some more sauce
I got your cheese, finna get my sticks up
L.V. bag, know I keep the stick tucked
Big ol' Backwood, not no Swisher
Paid attention and then I got richer
Boy like [?], bitch, you better answer
And the dick riding spreading like cancer
Rock that Chrome Heart 'cause I got my bands up
Bitch-nigga, he need him a pamper
She told me she don't fuck with my temper
What you say? She said that I'm handsome
[?] Brazillian dancer Hit up my slimes that stay in Atlanta
Shooting 'em shots, I'm feelin' like [?]
Yeah-yeah, ah, yeah-yeah
Ah, yeah, ah, yeah
Some niggas say I changed, I'm worried 'bout guap, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas
Got a small-ass circle, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas, I love my niggas
My mother don't fuck with all of the smokin', but it made my vibe litter
His pockets is hurtin', he worth five figures
Shit on these niggas, I don't mean to litter
Dick on her lip and that shit like a blister
Hit from the back, finna dance in her liver
From the distance, that shit like [?]
She know the drill like a system
Dick lips, I know that she kissed 'em
Chrome Hearts, putting my fist up
Broke-ass nigga, told him get his drip up
Broke-ass nigga, told him get his chips up
He on my 'Gram looking for some more sauce
I got your cheese, finna get my sticks up
L.V. bag, know I keep the stick tucked
Big ol' Backwood, not no Swisher
Paid attention and then I got richer
Boy like [?], bitch, you better answer
And the dick riding spreading like cancer
Rock that Chrome Heart 'cause I got my bands up
Bitch-nigga, he need him a pamper
She told me she don't fuck with my temper
What you say? She said that I'm handsome
[?] Brazillian dancer
Hit up my slimes that stay in Atlanta
Shooting 'em shots, I'm feelin' like [?]
Some niggas say I changed, I'm worried 'bout guap, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas
Got a small-ass circle, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas, I love my niggas
My mother don't fuck with all of the smokin', but it made my vibe litter
His pockets is hurtin', he worth five figures
Shit on these niggas, I don't mean to litter
Dick on her lip and that shit like a blister
Hit from the back, finna dance in her liver
From the distance, that shit like [?]
She know the drill like a system
Dick lips, I know that she kissed 'em
Chrome Hearts, putting my fist up
Broke-ass nigga, told him get his drip up
Broke-ass nigga, told him get his chips up
He on my 'Gram looking for some more sauce
I got your cheese, finna get my sticks up
L.V. bag, know I keep the stick tucked
Big ol' Backwood, not no Swisher
Paid attention and then I got richer
Boy like [?], bitch, you better answer
And the dick riding spreading like cancer
Rock that Chrome Heart 'cause I got my bands up
Bitch-nigga, he need him a pamper
She told me she don't fuck with my temper
What you say? She said that I'm handsome
[?] Brazillian dancer
Hit up my slimes that stay in Atlanta
Shooting 'em shots, I'm feelin' like [?]
Hit from the back, finna dance in her liver
From the distance, that shit like [?]
She know the drill like a system
Dick lips, I know that she kissed 'еm
Chrome Hearts, putting my fist up
Broke-ass nigga, told him gеt his drip up
Broke-ass nigga, told him get his chips up
He on my 'Gram looking for some more sauce
I got your cheese, finna get my sticks up
L.V. bag, know I keep the stick tucked
Big ol' Backwood, not no Swisher
Paid attention and then I got richer
Boy like [?], bitch, you better answer
And the dick riding spreading like cancer
Rock that Chrome Heart 'cause I got my bands up
Bitch-nigga, he need him a pamper
She told me she don't fuck with my temper
What you say? She said that I'm handsome
[?] Brazillian dancer Hit up my slimes that stay in Atlanta
Shooting 'em shots, I'm feelin' like [?]
Yeah-yeah, ah, yeah-yeah
Ah, yeah, ah, yeah
Some niggas say I changed, I'm worried 'bout guap, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas
Got a small-ass circle, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas, I love my niggas
My mother don't fuck with all of the smokin', but it made my vibe litter
His pockets is hurtin', he worth five figures
Shit on these niggas, I don't mean to litter
Dick on her lip and that shit like a blister
Hit from the back, finna dance in her liver
From the distance, that shit like [?]
She know the drill like a system
Dick lips, I know that she kissed 'em
Chrome Hearts, putting my fist up
Broke-ass nigga, told him get his drip up
Broke-ass nigga, told him get his chips up
He on my 'Gram looking for some more sauce
I got your cheese, finna get my sticks up
L.V. bag, know I keep the stick tucked
Big ol' Backwood, not no Swisher
Paid attention and then I got richer
Boy like [?], bitch, you better answer
And the dick riding spreading like cancer
Rock that Chrome Heart 'cause I got my bands up
Bitch-nigga, he need him a pamper
She told me she don't fuck with my temper
What you say? She said that I'm handsome
[?] Brazillian dancer
Hit up my slimes that stay in Atlanta
Shooting 'em shots, I'm feelin' like [?]
Some niggas say I changed, I'm worried 'bout guap, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas
Got a small-ass circle, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas, I love my niggas
My mother don't fuck with all of the smokin', but it made my vibe litter
His pockets is hurtin', he worth five figures
Shit on these niggas, I don't mean to litter
Dick on her lip and that shit like a blister
Hit from the back, finna dance in her liver
From the distance, that shit like [?]
She know the drill like a system
Dick lips, I know that she kissed 'em
Chrome Hearts, putting my fist up
Broke-ass nigga, told him get his drip up
Broke-ass nigga, told him get his chips up
He on my 'Gram looking for some more sauce
I got your cheese, finna get my sticks up
L.V. bag, know I keep the stick tucked
Big ol' Backwood, not no Swisher
Paid attention and then I got richer
Boy like [?], bitch, you better answer
And the dick riding spreading like cancer
Rock that Chrome Heart 'cause I got my bands up
Bitch-nigga, he need him a pamper
She told me she don't fuck with my temper
What you say? She said that I'm handsome
[?] Brazillian dancer
Hit up my slimes that stay in Atlanta
Shooting 'em shots, I'm feelin' like [?]
