
Fortnite Swishh (Ft. Houdini)
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[Chorus: Swishh & Houdini]
I know crodie, he gon' ride (He gon’ ride), ayy
When we pull up, yeah, we slide (Yeah, we slide), ayy
And all the pressure we applied, ayy
I get cheques like I'm verified
Nigga, you ain't certified, nah
We gon’ ride
Time for a genocide
Leavin' niggas terrified
I'm not really scared to die
Now with the gang like Fortnite
Whippin' up the fork [?]
Put this guy on the porch, bye
[Verse 1: Swishh]
Can't second guess my brothers
I know crodie, he gon' ride
Gotta play for the keeps, on the Kipling it get live
Bad bitch with the gang, and she wanna waste no time, uh
No playing games, in the club don't touch my side
You would make no money, that's madness
Throwin’ him on the block with some hotheads
Say you trap, but I deem that’s nonsense
Gang, gang, still move with the heartless, ayy-uh
And I be countin' digits
And now I’m sliding down, 200, then got a ticket
Shooting guard, like fuck a bodyguard
New sauce but I need a Audemars
Can't lack nigga, I'ma switch the cars
I'm a boss, all my city junkyard
I’m a boss, nigga, fuck what it costs
(I'm a boss, nigga fuck what it costs, ayy)
I know crodie, he gon' ride (He gon’ ride), ayy
When we pull up, yeah, we slide (Yeah, we slide), ayy
And all the pressure we applied, ayy
I get cheques like I'm verified
Nigga, you ain't certified, nah
We gon’ ride
Time for a genocide
Leavin' niggas terrified
I'm not really scared to die
Now with the gang like Fortnite
Whippin' up the fork [?]
Put this guy on the porch, bye
[Verse 1: Swishh]
Can't second guess my brothers
I know crodie, he gon' ride
Gotta play for the keeps, on the Kipling it get live
Bad bitch with the gang, and she wanna waste no time, uh
No playing games, in the club don't touch my side
You would make no money, that's madness
Throwin’ him on the block with some hotheads
Say you trap, but I deem that’s nonsense
Gang, gang, still move with the heartless, ayy-uh
And I be countin' digits
And now I’m sliding down, 200, then got a ticket
Shooting guard, like fuck a bodyguard
New sauce but I need a Audemars
Can't lack nigga, I'ma switch the cars
I'm a boss, all my city junkyard
I’m a boss, nigga, fuck what it costs
(I'm a boss, nigga fuck what it costs, ayy)
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