SwanTon BOMB

Uh, huh, uh, huh

Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh

What? Uh, uh

Yeah, you a bad lil' bitch, yeah, body unique (Body unique)

Shawty stay on fleek (Shawty stay on)

Rockstar, yeah, my tee (I'ma rockstar)

Rockstar, yeah, her feet (She a rockstar, what?)

Real life Spice, she red (She red)

How they dress, huh, dress like me

Rockstar know I'm red, rockin' out show, huh, not for free (Not for free)

Takin' a trip to Paris, poppin' these tags, huh, baddies on me (Baddies on me)

Yeah, it's cash on me (Cash on me)

Yeah, we havin' the cheese, yeah (Havin' the cheese)

Givenchy, Chanel, Givenchy, huh, just call on me (Call on me)

I'ma dive in this shit like a swimmer, yeah

Fly you all in the air like a Superman

Ain't no talkin' about it, we doin' it

When I come to your house and we boolin' it

Girl, we fuckin' for hours, ain't no new to this

Runnin' around in a fast wheel (Fast wheel)

Go ahead, girl, act up, I know you're a bad girl

We can ride in the black truck, watch movies, yeah, yeah

Balenciaga underwear, gettin' flowers in her hotel

We can go to the beach, get a sun tan (Hold on)

Wake up and be in London (Let's go)

No point in doin' no arguin' (Hold on)

Long as you do what I'm sayin'

What? Uh, uh

Yeah, you a bad lil' bitch, yeah, body unique (Body unique)

Shawty stay on fleek (Shawty stay on)

Rockstar, yeah, my tee (I'ma rockstar)

Rockstar, yeah, her feet (She a rockstar, what?)

Real life Spice, she red (She red)

How they dress, huh, dress like me

Rockstar know I'm red, rockin' out show, huh, not for free (Not for free)

Takin' a trip to Paris, poppin' these tags, huh, baddies on me (Baddies on me)

Yeah, it's cash on me (Cash on me)

Yeah, we havin' the cheese, yeah (Havin' the cheese)

Givenchy, Chanel, Givenchy, huh, just call on me (Call on me)

Uh

I five, you five, we five

What?

Momma say, "Stay out of trouble" (What?)

She know I'm gettin' to the money (Uh)

Started this shit out with nothin' (Uh)

Pack up a bag and we take off to London (What?)

Rollin' up blunts, yeah, we stuffin' and puffin' (What?)

Bae, we so high, yeah, we fresh out the oven (Uh)

We got them Glocks and them bitches got buttons (Uh)

**** just puffin', them boys ain't on nothin' (Uh)

I seen the truth, lil' boy, you a puppet (Uh)

Man, when I see you, I'm gon' get to bussin' (What?)

I do not play 'bout my mothafuckin' brothers (Uh)

Rockin' the boots, yeah, we callin' 'em stompers (Yeah)

They like, "Homixide, put the fuckin' guns up"

We can't put these guns up, new edition all stars

Gun play, you know that we love it

Got so many shots and we ridin' with cutlery

We rockin' them diamonds, them bitches is lovin' it

Yellow monopoly, the color our money

We travelin' countries, they step on our passport

Brand-new money, I need it, I count it up fast, huh

Play with that money, we spazz, huh

Money count, fucked it up fast, huh

Oh, I need it, blues, yeah, I need it

Louis, yeah, I get it

Issey Miyake on my body, ridin' 'round with my shawty, you play you get shot, uh

Ridin' two eighty-five, we smokin' H5, you know that we fried

Callin' these **** on God

I'm keepin' my body, they baggin' my head

Don't tell them a thing, you know what I bang, it's Homixide Gang

You know what I claim, huh

Five star, yeah, in they face, huh

Yeah, we do it broad day, uh

They like Homixide, put the fuckin' guns up

We can't put these guns up, new edition all stars

Gun play, you know that we love it

Got so many shots and we ridin' with cutlery

We rockin' them diamonds, them bitches is lovin' it

Yellow monopoly, the color our money

We travelin' countries, they step on our passport