Warm Up Pt. 2 Lyrics

This my swag my nigga

Lets get straight to it know I'm about bag my nigga

About cash my nigga

You never heard nothing else

Them niggas rap the same shit but staying on the shelf

Pull up in a foreign cause I really got a foreign

Dem niggas they be rapping u ain't see no tags on it

Baby you ain't smoking you ain't put no cash on it

Man I pull up like I'm james harden

Gotta always fuck her good keep yo dame callin

I'm just ballin like a globe trotter

In the mall throwing dollars

If she rolling throw her product

I ain't gotta go in pocket

Plus she tell her friend about me

Nigga

But they never chilling over

Dog em like I been a Hoya

But I'm winning Villanova

Cause my swag be spilling over

And I'm always on the lowkey

9 times outta ten bet yo girl know me

I ain't never need to Stunt on bitches know I'm golden

Never did no hoe shit but I kno these niggas hoping

It ain't my blood I ain't with that sucker shit

Lethal weapon on my hip Danny Glover shit

Never love a bitch

We was 4 deep in the van

Changed shirts for a week but these the same pants

I'm tryna make bands

But I ain't diddy

Niggas in yo city fuckin wit me

I Heard yo girl love my tape I kno these niggas shitty

I Been a player just the aura when a nigga stride

Low pros when I slide that's just how I ride

Spend more money on my kicks than you do yo whips

I bet the bitch drive a stick how she work them hips

I ain't never work a wrist I can work a bitch

Free game I just drop it for my young niggas

Yo click old broke hating y'all some fuck niggas

We them one niggas

You wish you was nigga

No chill rep tha shit but my neck froze

Presi wit the stones and a plain Jane rose

Pick the shoes then I match the fit to hide the tool

Slidin wit the crew niggas party in the booths

Ain't no bitches then I'm leaving I got shit to do

Hit my nigga for the Stu I got hits to move

No time fuckin wit u ain't got shit to prove

We been running this shit since a snot nose

In them Detroit streets like a pot hole

Keep ya ears to the streets keep ya mouth closed

Don't try to check me cause ya thot chose

I Wear a poncho

I'm Raining in the club

Got it from the mud

Fuck what you thought it was

Bossed up den I put my team on too

Dis what real niggas do and dis how you suppose to move

Eating noodles while I'm shopping for a Benz

Never bragging it was just humble begins

Time valuable baby so

Why you fuckin simps

Gauchos eating steaks tell em bring shrimps

Ain't a lil nigga so I ain't stressing bout it

Finesse God buffed up I be flexing bout it

Roll a gram, by lonely

Working 24/8

Bitch I'm Kobe

Den I'm back to counting up

Playas only