(SwagDot, mmm)
Load them choppers, then we spin the block
All this snitchin' and conviction got me shell-shocked
I been trappin', made a million off a mailbox
All these Christian Dior bags, I need the bellhop
I told my lawyer beat my charges or I'm gon' bail hop
Got a stick in the Scatpack Charger, the same old jit from the boondocks
When it's smoke in the air, we gon' smoke on a bitch-ass nigga like moonrocks
Young nigga steppin', two long socks
Glah, glah, glah, that's TikTok
Fuck a bad bitch in my white crocs
Cartier buff like Cyclops
Twenty-four inches on my box
I met the plug at the light dock
I like the dope when it lock-lock
Yeah, I put the city on motmot
7.62s make you hopscotch
I shoot the clip like a motherfuckin' movie, I make your motherfuckin' block hot
Yeah, I shoot the clip, make a bitch nigga move, on a nigga mama, he a dot-dot
Beat up the block, call me SwagDot
My homie make moves with a Green Dot
It's hot, I bring out the slingshot
A thot get hit with a mean knot
I run up them racks sellin' bean pies
My young niggas spin like a beehive
I like her no panty with double G knee-highs, she like the same, Lil Keed
Two, three racks on a motherfuckin' Kia, homie got ten, gettin' ten a week
Double R, bitch wanna fuck on the flee
Baguettey, they wet like the sand on the beach
Make a hundred bands, hundred bands four times a week
Honey bun, honey bun, racked up, Meek
Bitch got a bum with a stick on the seat
Snatch out her bun, put a dick in her cheek
Hundred round drum make the stick go, "Glee"
When you see the flash, free Kodak
I cook a deuce and it come back clean, my auntie be lookin' for Kojak
Got a New Orleans bitch and she come from the 3rd Ward, she screamin' out, "Who that?"
In the trap with the sprinkle, it feel like the new crack, ridin' in the 'Cat like New Jack
Show me the house with the work, yeah, we do that, I send my young niggas to loot it
Damn, lil' mama, she pretty and fine, but I know that lil' pussy polluted
On a late night, geekin' and bookin' and gookin', I might put my thumb in her booty
Four-double-O like Juvie, young nigga ridin' 'round strapped with the Uzi
He don't want smoke 'cause he puffin' on doobie, I send a MAC in an Uber
Thousand eight grams, when you cook it, don't lose, I'm Longway Chapo Guzman
Thousand eight grams, when you cook it, don't lose, I'm Longway Chapo Guzman
Load them choppers, then we spin the block
All this snitchin' and conviction got me shell-shocked
I been trappin', made a million off a mailbox
All these Christian Dior bags, I need the bellhop
I told my lawyer beat my charges or I'm gon' bail hop
Got a stick in the Scatpack Charger, the same old jit from the boondocks
When it's smoke in the air, we gon' smoke on a bitch-ass nigga like moonrocks
Young nigga steppin', two long socks
Glah, glah, glah, that's TikTok
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