Pegasus ft. Swoleei Lyrics

Okay, ooh, okay

Village man

Nigga, we in a dungeon or something, this the final boss

I'm bout to go crazy on this

Okay, yo

Village man, bitch from Vietnam

Welcome summer slam, jungle man

Dreads hang from my head, not getting cut again

Like recently, I ain't go to church, like, what the fuck is sin

Have my lil' nigga, pop yo' ass up, then go and get some buckets in

Fuck it tired of punchin' in, I'm comin' in and punchin' shit

This book a M.O.B., bump on release, I'm in the jungle gym

They see me in the streets, I throw a piece, they like, I fuck with him

Freaky bitch came from the east, she in the sheets, we watched the couple films

I got flicked up by the green, by the police, I'm screamin', fuck the hill

She think I wanna talk and chill, I told that bitch to suck a lil

I'm independent, fuck a deal, don't tell me how yo' budget feel

Buster put a rocket in the rig and now I'm stuck for real

Hold on, run it back, just let me spit again

Jungle juice, Swo & D.G. came with the village man

Blowin' tumbleweed, I used to get the leaf for ten a gram

Peanut butter seats, ride with the heat and I ain't give a damn

Hotboxin VIP, make a tornado with the ceiling fan

Fifty hunnid, hunnid, now they callin' me the weatherman

Cuzzo He just text and hit my phone, I think it's pressure in

I hit the blunt, I'm fightin' for my life, I need adrenaline

I be talkin' shit and stackin' chips and gettin' intimate

It's Cyrax, Mortal Kombat with the tape, I'm bout to finish it

I just hit T.A., I'm bout to order up like 50 blicks

This is not a horse, this Kingdom Hearts, I'm ridin' Pegasus

She ask me what's my name, bitch, I'm black motherfuckin' excellence

Shoutout to my chico, he in Texas with them Mexicans

She told me she ain't want me, we will never ever text again

My life is like a movie, bitch, and M.O.B. directing it

And into the book of Mob, from lands far away

Sir Neptune, as they call him

What do you have to say for yourself? Speak

What's up, bitch, I'm Mr. Swo

They call me Mr. Different Flows

Exotic weed, I'm bout to smoke

Sit back like Uzi, count them rolls

Bitch, I know my pockets swole

I think that's why they call me Swole

How many racks, bitch, I don't know

However, man, my diamonds glow

Bass bumpin', Fendi lovin

Hates niggas, Uncle Ruckus

Off the wocky, probably fuckin

Goofy nigga, like McLovin

Get them rackies, buy the dozen

Fuckin' hoes, he probably doesn't

Pint o' lean and he probably drunk it

Beretta blow just like a trumpet