Swiper no Swiping ft. Death of Cupid Lyrics

They praying on my downfall Paparazzi Eddy Brock

I'm spinning on they block Fibonacci Let them rot

I take them out the sequence Tamagotchi in a box

Seventeen shots from this .38 Fetty Wap

Getting Guap in my dickies tube sock

Swiper no swiping I'm clutching my Glock

Reach for your waste then I'm busting out shots

Dynamite Got my pockets full of tots

Sauced up I got apples like Mott's

Garlic bread yeah I'm getting them Knotts

Watch like a hawk I'm connecting them dots

Knew the story for them crackas could plot

Running they pockets for all that they got

Move with prestige yeah I aim like a bot

Are you that guy pal I think that you're not

Got too much faith yeah I'm moving like Lot

Love when they hate and they sour like Zots

Put them on stretchers I put them on cots

Fucking that hoe and I love how it pop

Run up on me and I swear you gone drop

Swear you gone drop when you hit with this mop

I'm fucking your bitch and she giving me top

The way that he talk man I swear he a cop

They don't want no smoke octagon talking stop

Wagwon bitch I'm talking bombaclat

Hello bitch I am the juggernaut

Fucking on your bitch making her cum a lot

They praying on my downfall Paparazzi Eddy Brock

I'm spinning on they block Fibonacci Let them rot

I take them out the sequence Tamagotchi in a box

Seventeen shots from this .38 Fetty Wap

Like the alter bitch I been standing on business

Sipping on drank got me fucking my kidneys

Call it baby shower how I spray her with kids

Swiper no swiping like bitch you can't swipe me

I'm finna get to you first for you find me

Sipping on Wok I mix it with Hi-C

I'm with your bitch we shot a movie like Spike Lee

Say he gone rob me unlikely

You say you gone fight you know where to find me

Say I'm a demon don't gotta remind me

I'm a Roman god I turn the thunder to lightning

I'm with your bitch kicking shit she did the Heimlich

I was with your bitch you did nothing why you smiling

Why the fuck these niggas think they bad

They ain't even got a bag

Little bitch come try it

I got the water no Gucci and Prada

Bitch I be making waves like Trident

Bitch we aint in the hills why you silent

And I'm slacking bitch i aint even trying

Suck it up nigga why you crying

I'm serving beats like I'm in a lunch line wait

Had to stop and go back that's a motherfucking punchline

Wait hold on hold on I gotta switch the rhyme

I fuck on your bitch I don't mean to boast

I feel like Lil Yachty lemme drive the boat

Wait no that's Kodak

She just might throw it back

All you niggas running like you's a running back