letstakeashot! ft. Swats Lyrics

(If Swats on the beat then its fuckin' up the streets)

Feelin' hella braggadocious

Went through high school rappin' ain't nobody notice

Did it independent cause ain't nobody show us

Made a plan write it down put it into motion

Ran up two bags at the club I had to blow it

Ride the high came to fuck it up yeah you know it

Fuckin' hoes raw yeah I had to cop a trojan

The music make the money and the shawties are a bonus

Pull up to our party yeah we got the bottles ready

Feelin' like my daddy how I pull up in a Chevy

Haters in they feelings and they yellin' go get 'em

Take my opp baby mama, turn her to a wetty

My homies poppin' eddies and they countin' up the fetty

Hittin' up the Denny's with my brothers and they get it, by any means

Necessary I'm very into this money, step into the streets they told me that I would love it

Puttin' down the beef set an example for my brother

Put him on the work show him how to get these hundreds

And go dummy get it jumpin' like a bunny in the cut

Actin' funny cause the Remy and the henny in my cup

There ain't no tellin' if they tellin' so we don't fuck with none

I chop his melon we don't sweat him but we always on the run

I just met her but I fucked her on the sofa after lunch

Really fuckin' with her energy cause she don't ask for much

Hand the keys to my dog I told him park it out the front

Better watch your girl cause my homies always on the hunt

I'm trying to make this whole world fuckin' see me do a stunt

But I used to have the fear that I would fuck it all up

I ain't fuckin' with the beer tell 'em take another shot

Bacardi got me into gear 'bout to show 'em what I got

And all the other rappers weird I can't put 'em on a song

Cause they gon' spit a trash verse and I'm gon' have to do 'em wrong

Rapping like I'm from the west side but I'm coming from the east

Came from jersey to Miami so my flow can match the heat

I'm trying to switch up the whole vibe I need a California beat

Hit up Swats I know he got the shit that make 'em freak

Get the hoes up on they feet, got 'em seekin' for the meat

Got 'em geeked up when they meet me and fuckin' team

Been on hella tree but I ain't pickin' up the lean

Hard for me to fuck with you cause you ain't sayin' what you mean

I had some homies stuck with me I'm trying to take 'em up with me

The pandemic brought me some clarity I'm seeing twenty twenty

Not entertaining any hoes I'm just counting the money money

Like yo I just got a bag and it got me feelin' real funny

And they can't step to this, watch me talk my shit

Wish they could be this lit, bitch can you take a hint

I stay blessed, count my chips

My time will come, I will be rich

Switch my bitch like I switch the fit

Wish they could be this lit

(If Swats on the beat then its fuckin' up the streets)