SWFB Fordio (Ft. BabyTron)
"SWFB - Fordio (Ft. BabyTron)" is a #HipHop track released in 2023. The lyrics revolve around themes of ambition, street life, and success, showcasing the artists' confidence and hustle. Unique elements include catchy beats and playful wordplay. The collaboration highlights the growing influence of regional rap styles in mainstream culture.
[Verse 1: Fordio]
All these lame ass niggas, they be wannabees
She say she don't wanna leave
Pour a four [?] taking me
Shit [?] ain't no fake in me
Yeah I [?] like Jimmy Chew, but I'm in Versace T
I don't trip on shit you do, 40 just might let you leave
30 [?] flee the scene
[?] green bean
Pop really got some [?] cream
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
This bitch started white peach, I blackened my fanta
Iced up, grabbing gifts, acting like I'm Santa
Roll a slab wood for breakfast, apples and banannas
Lennox parking lot, I'm in Atlanta, scratching in a phantom
Doggy telling stories, like he report for the news
Swear to god if you ain't gang, then abort from the room
We just dropped a twelve of Wok, gon' be snoring til noon
Said he see me running, shit, he did more than some shrooms
[Verse 3: Fordio]
Shit, mama asking where I be, shit, I'm in [?]
You might catch me nodding off, the highest in the room
Yeah, I've been thinking 'bout [?] more than a few
Then hit his bitch out the park, 40 ain't no [?]
Shit, [?] bark, you might hear a roof
[?] let me pour this duce
[?] ain't dead, 'cause we living proof
If I cut her off the roster, she was moving loose
All these lame ass niggas, they be wannabees
She say she don't wanna leave
Pour a four [?] taking me
Shit [?] ain't no fake in me
Yeah I [?] like Jimmy Chew, but I'm in Versace T
I don't trip on shit you do, 40 just might let you leave
30 [?] flee the scene
[?] green bean
Pop really got some [?] cream
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
This bitch started white peach, I blackened my fanta
Iced up, grabbing gifts, acting like I'm Santa
Roll a slab wood for breakfast, apples and banannas
Lennox parking lot, I'm in Atlanta, scratching in a phantom
Doggy telling stories, like he report for the news
Swear to god if you ain't gang, then abort from the room
We just dropped a twelve of Wok, gon' be snoring til noon
Said he see me running, shit, he did more than some shrooms
[Verse 3: Fordio]
Shit, mama asking where I be, shit, I'm in [?]
You might catch me nodding off, the highest in the room
Yeah, I've been thinking 'bout [?] more than a few
Then hit his bitch out the park, 40 ain't no [?]
Shit, [?] bark, you might hear a roof
[?] let me pour this duce
[?] ain't dead, 'cause we living proof
If I cut her off the roster, she was moving loose
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