Swang The Door

Aye, ****, I swung the door so hard I broke off all the hinges

I saw some fuck shit, then I had to switch up on my lenses

I bought some high ass shades 'cause all I got is money visions

I take pictures with my fans, but on God, I ain't friendly

****, I was just down bad on my ass, now I'm signin' titties

****, I was just starvin' like a bitch, now I got some chicken

No yop, I was hungry as fuck, at the top it get lonely as fuck

I'm off that GMF juice right now, shit done turned me up

Go, shit done turned me up, bad

I see an opp and—, crash

Boy, what the fuck you doin' in my hallway? You can't get no pass

Boy, I was shootin' dice in the hallway, I ain't even get to class

Boy, you woulda think I just left Walmart how I get these bags

I gotta swang the door

Wake up and swang the door

Auntie and Unc', they at the door, they tryna get some dope

I need a brand new scale and Ziploc bag, let's hit the store

My drag sneezed but I said, "Bless him," he did somethin' with his nose

He grabbed the bag and did somethin' funny

I ain't talkin' 'bout no comedy

**** hit that shit, start runnin'

Bitch, the trap got bunnies jumpin'

Thick ass bitch in the whip, we humpin'

Push on the back of the glick, start humming

New bag of Perky made me punish

Broke **** make me sick and vomit

Throw this clip, it blow like a flute

Bad bitch come in pairs like a suit

Bad bitch come in pairs like a suit

You know we havin' bands of PU

Yeah, this stankin', I see you brought no whip, I'm crankin'

You owe me money and I need my bucks this week 'fore you get spankin'

Swang the door

Wake up and swang the door

Auntie and Unc 'nem at the door, they tryna get some dope

I need a brand new scale and Ziploc bag, let's hit the store

My drag sneeze but I said, "Bless him," he did somethin' with his nose

Swang the door

Wake up and swang the door

Auntie and Unc 'nem at the door, they tryna get some dope

I need a brand new scale and Ziploc bag, let's hit the store

My drag sneeze but I said, "Bless him," he did somethin' with his nose

Fuck you talkin' 'bout, ****?

You ain't doin' nothin' else, ****

Watch the door or go get some bags, scales

Faygos, and Jolly Ranchers, ****

And don't forget the little black rubber bands, pussy