Swisher
Gang
I don't wanna have to let go, didn't wanna let go
But my demons said so
I don't wanna have to let go, didn't wanna let go
But my demons said so
Only one I trust is me in this cold ass world
Never show too much trust 'cause tables turn
Only one I trust is me in this cold ass world
Never show too much trust 'cause tables turn
Yeah, I need a hundred pack
Give that bitch two hundred, took my hundred back
Run the city like I'm Chapo
We ain't never seen him, that's a John Doe
Keep a burner in my sock, yo
Rollin' up the kush on the top floor
Who the fairest of them all?
I be runnin' shit like a fuckin' marathon
Yeah, see the gold in my charm heavy
These haters see me, make they palms sweaty
If you diss me, I go Tom Petty
Brought this shit up out your bitch, you not ready
All my homies, they be militant
Bitches on my rod like a fisherman
They wanna lock me up, I'm trippin', man
Someone go and tell the judge that I'm innocent
I don't wanna have to let go, didn't wanna let go
But my demons said so
I don't wanna have to let go, didn't wanna let go
But my demons said so
Only one I trust is me in this cold ass world
Never show too much trust 'cause tables turn
Only one I trust is me in this cold ass world
Never show too much trust 'cause tables turn
Grimma
Had my family turn to frenemies
Follow me while I'm on it
My brothers switchin' up bitches
I'm steady flickin' them switches
I'm laughin', rollin' in riches
No scratchin', holdin' my itches
Nettin' every basket
Ain't nothin' but gettin' swishes, uh
Shout out my people, supporters just know we equal
I be deflectin' evil and battlin' with my cerebral, ayo
Shout out to Swish and my homies rollin' the piff up
Pull up the venue, these hoes is askin' for pictures
I don't wanna have to let go, didn't wanna let go
But my demons said so
I don't wanna have to let go, didn't wanna let go
But my demons said so
Yeah, I need a hundred pack
Give that bitch two hundred, took my hundred back
Run the city like I'm Chapo
We ain't never seen him, that's a John Doe
Keep a burner in my sock, yo
Rollin' up the kush on the top floor
Who the fairest of them all?
I be runnin' shit like a fuckin' marathon
Yeah, see the gold in my charm heavy
These haters see me, make they palms sweaty
If you diss me, I go Tom Petty
Brought this shit up out your bitch, you not ready
All my homies, they be militant
Bitches on my rod like a fisherman
They wanna lock me up, I'm trippin', man
Someone go and tell the judge that I'm innocent
