Hey Saweetie Lyrics

Them ni**as just broke, they ain't on sh*t

Pressure, make diamonds applying this pressure

So me and my ni**as just gon' be rich

Before I go broke, I'ma spend a hundred k

Up on a whip, buy the gang chops

Macs extendos, every Glock on them

Better have a dick, if the standard in

Better have all hollows in that sh*t

Never stand down, never fold

Don't you never ever switch

Ni**as be pu**y, walking round with clits

On some real sh*t, nig*as really bit*hes

I don't even entertaining that dumb sh*t

Give that boy a show, goofy as* lick

Put him on nick, he ain't really slime

Dude blood banging, throwing up crip

Old bit*h still trying to have my son

Thugging in Phoenix for a show

Gotta let me and gang get in with our guns

If you don't tell the DJ, I don't wanna do no show

Tell him ain't no refunds

Try to jump, stupid right hand man

Pulling out banana clips and drums

Thought we was a band the way we rock out

Wont no rides, nig*a, to get to gang house

Walked in my Nike slides with a rello in my pocket

Just a go, smoked some loud

Went to shooting in the gym for the crowd

Now we dont give a fu*k about the crowd

Heard his gang dissing, catch him in the huddle

We gone show off for the fuc*ing crowd

Performing in crowds I mean

Sai was never dirty, was always clean

French Jordans like I signed to his team

All white forces changed up the scene

Step on these whites we pulling out beams

Probably did take yo ho*, excuse me

You don't want her back

Had my kids on het tongue

She just wanna rapper girl dream

Baby, let me let you know I'm not the one

Can't have my son cause I'm the three

You can get three shots with me

Miss all shots back to the streets

Girl, if you look like saweetie

You can have a young nig*a baby

You can get three shots with me

Miss all shots back to the streets, bit*h