$hawty ft. Switch. Lyrics

I'm not one to front

But I really like to stunt

Yea I'm cool like two degrees

And he just passed me the blunt

You like to front

I like to stunt

I told lil mama

Go roll my blunt

You like the front

I like the back

She throw it backkkkk

Don't get attached

Shawty with the shits

Shawty with the shits, hold on

Shawty with the shits

Shawty with the shits, hold on

Go snap you a pic

Go snap you a pic, hold on

Go snap you a

Got a brand new time piece

Still got bad timing

Nigga went and got two degrees

Then I end up rhyming

Pretty bad bih say cheese

Wanna be my main squeeze

Shaking ass her expertise

Beat the pussy up it's deceased

Keep going don't get weak

Bend it over feel it in ya knee

Go roll up some tree

Light it up girl feel free

Never met a nigga like me

On point do it to a T

2 Blessed Chi Fi Chi

Don't Fear Nobody

Hold on, excuse me

Excuse me shawty shawty

Can you tap baby girl with the body body

Excuse me, pardon sorry

Do you knock over shit when you walk

Don't answer

That ass don't just clap it can talk

Losing my train of thought

When you throwing them tracks

I can throw all these racks

In the small of your back

Oohhh hold on mama

Look no questions asked

Ima need you to throw that ass like that

I need me some loot

I don't need a boo

I am number one

But I'm rocking 2

Show me you the truth

Then I might salute

Shawty what it do

Shawty what it…

You Like to Front

I Like to Stunt

Stop All the Cap

Them Ain't No Fuckin Runtz

You Like to Punt

You Not the One

I Got Some Head

Your Job is Done

Shawty With the Shits

Shawty With the Shits Hold On

Shawty With the Shits

Shawty With the Shits Hold on

Shoot yo shot don't miss

Shoot yo shot don't miss, hold on

Shawty with the shits

Shawty with the, uhh

Come on get II Fit

Do yo squats like this

I could show ya tricks

I could make ya thick

Shoot yo shot don't miss

Better not nut too quick

Bitch yo ass ain't slick

You will get hand picked

It's my time tick tick

Bitch that shit gone click

I told her I'm like Future

Cause I'm talking with my stick

I could politic

The flow ah make ya sick

Come here let's make a flick

She really doing her shit

Hold on

Hold on nigga you can't be touching me like that

I know it's back there

And it's a thirty inch

No pack hair

But you can't put no racks there

It ain't nothing to talk about

Square ass nigga

Lame ass nigga