Swishers Onna Dock (Remastered)

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Yea P$G, lil bitch
(Haha lean, aye hold on, lean
lean lean yeah)
Yea, I pour the Wock
I got about 3 grams stuffed all in my Sock (for real)
Boy now don't you run up on me you gonna get popped
Do not ask about my business or about a fucking Glock
I was with lil homie Lean smoking Swishers on a dock
Do not ask me if I f*ck with your fake Gucci socks
Passed your hoe to the streets she sucking me and a opp
You don't want the smoke, ain't saying Woo, you gonna get popped
I'm with Razo on the corner I remember when we first made some lean
Woke up off the bars, where I'm at? You know what I mean
Windows tinted, tires worn, smoke some shit and leave the scene (gas)
Ex-hoe done bought me J's they don't look so fucking clean (nah nah)
Police at the door and I don't know about a Ruger
Streets gone give you nightmares ain't talking Freddy Krueger
I don't f*ck with old-bitches like to call them cougars
Shots headed to your ass, laughing, ain't no fucking bloopers (ha-ha)
How you missing shots with thumpers, you a storm trooper
Drifting doing donuts, yea I like to maneuver (hold on)
Went and copped a Moncler they say I'm fucking cold
Run up on me when you solo we know you ain't bold
Yeah you really think you with it we know you gone fold
Go in cop some Swishers I ain't even fucking old
Never had a green neck all my shit real gold
Step up to the ring I'll break your bones like a twig
Middle fingers pointed up at the fucking pigs (F12 bitch)
All they find on me is cash, a lighter, and a cig, yeah
Aye, I pour the Wock
I got about 3 grams stuffed all in my stock, aye
Boy now don't you run up on me you gonna get popped
Don't even ask about my business or about a fucking Glock
I was with the homie Lean smoking Swishers on a dock
Do not ask me if I f*ck with your fake Gucci socks (nah)
Passed your hoe to the streets, she was trying to suck me off
You don't want the smoke ain't saying Woo, you gonna get popped
Im a dog she's trying to bone
Burning tires in the lot
Got this hoe calling my phone
She taking off her top
Got my homies riding with me
We smoking at the spot
All these joints I be so RAW I get high like astronaut
Hitting licks on a couple bitches try my ass you gone get shot
I'm from the 479 keep the iron cause niggas plot
I'm on my grind no Tony Hawk I be lit at 9 o'clock
Ain't tryna get locked up but ain't no snitching trying to stack my guap
Freestyling I ain't writing yet don't lose my train of thought
Yeah we ran a train up on your hoe we knew she was a thot, yea
(You dig, aye)
(Aye)
Aye, hold on shut your ass up
Me and my boys gassed up
We just hit a lick on that lil bitch and see 12 pass us
I fucked your bitch, ask her
And I wore a mask, uh
I ain't get caught slipping
hold on baby why you tripping ?
We told her get the f*ck up out the whip and got to dipping
We got the .45 fill you 33 like Pippen
Street hoe wanna f*ck I said lil bitch we can't kick it
Doing 100 in a 40 hope police don't give me a ticket
Yea that bag im chasing after hope it hit them 7 digits
Yeah and that's on gang
Uh, we let it bang
300 grim reaper watch the KKK hang
(Bang Bang)
Yea I pour the Wock
I got about 3 grams stuffed all in my stock, aye
Boy don't try to run up on me you gonna get popped
Don't even ask about my business or about a fucking Glock
I was with lil homie Lean smoking Swishers on a dock
Do not ask me if I f*ck with your fake Gucci socks
Passed your hoe to the streets she sucking me and a opp
You don't want the smoke ain't saying Woo you gonna get popped, aye
Huh? Yea, $antiago bitch (For real)
(Aye, aye, you dig, aye)

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