swingin' sticks Lyrics

Yeah

Aye

Yeah

Damn let me spark my spliff it went out

I been high all week

A southern nigga, out the dirt, we wish for shooting stars

I could set the tone for real, my nigga watch me raise the bar

I'm smooth enough to fuck your granny like my name was El DeBarge

The people champ, just muscle up, need supercars for new garage

I like girls and she like girls, I know she wanna try menage

She told her to come and leave with me, so they leaving avec moi

She turning heads as soon as we walk in, not like an average broad

Its several dimes that hit my line, but nah we never stayed involved

Look my demon in his eyes, like mirror mirror on the wall

Now mirror mirror, tell me who's the highest nigga of them all

It might be me, you wasn't keepin up if you popped Adderall

I'm in the trap like babies in the womb, I bet I have a ball

Fell into my feelings, then I fell into a bag or two

You was never here for me, but I always there for you

I don't need the nagging talk, I just need the gratitude

I love the pretty women, but I hate an ugly attitude

I can't count how many times a nigga heard I'm mad at you

I don't even stress it now, just treat it like its casual

Yeah I had to leave, I'm sorry but it's what I had to do

That's just how it goes luv, you know I'm speaking factuals

Wake up in the morning, spark a spliff and count my paper up

I can tell by how you living, little nigga you don't make enough

Gotta make the most of 24, some folks ain't waking up

If you not chasing paper, tell me why the fuck you caking up

Stupid ass nigga, want some pussy over dollars

One thing I can never do is put a hoe before my guala

This is not a Disney story, I ain't Simba, you ain't Nala

I was born to get this dough, bitch I'm the prince, and not the pauper

Yeah we can swang the sticks

Like what the fuck you thought

Boy I was made for this

I prayed for this

To one day catch you lacking

And disable shit

I'm patient bitch

I knew yo time was coming

Its too late for shit

You made the list

I'm finna cross you out

And leave you blanking bitch

Veggie mode

We could turn that boy into a vegetable

A blessing though

We just tryna teach that boy a lesson though

Professionals

Smoking presidential

Like elections hoe

No stressing though

I get guap for real

Money perpetual