[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(SwagDot)
Hold on, Swag, whatever I said, you gon' what?
Do this together
Ayy, man, Longway and Swag on the beat together?
[Chorus]
I keep hearin' voices saying get it—
Every time I hit it, she think we go to—
All my racks, these bitches in my pocket, stickin'—
I trust my niggas, I don't put trust in bitches, so we stickin'—
Won't fall out with bitches, we gon' fuck 'em together
I don't know why these bitches thinkin' we gon' go together
We were fucked up in the trap, then me and my dog wеnt up together
Baking soda, fish scale, mix that shit togеther
[Verse 1]
When it rain, me and my Glock together, we don't need no umbrella
.223s, I make that bitch go bang, no beat, acapella
Chrome Heart jeans, I'm steppin' in Christian D's, I put that shit together
Just me and my dog, don't need no extra co-de, we doin' that shit together
Uh, I can't bust a nut unless she bring two hoes or better
Uh, I'm one of them rappers that's trappin' and rappin' and puttin' them bricks together
Uh, I'm one of them rappers that's trappin' and rappin', got bags and bricks, et cetera
Uh, walk in your trap, take over your trap, make a money bag bitch go federal
Back to back Lambos, they look mad blue when they Neighborhood stickin' to—
Told her blow on the dick like a bowl of hot soup when she tryna get back—
When you fucked up, nothin' but the scale and the glass bag, tryna get this shit to—
Hundred round drum for you and your man, yeah, y'all can get this shit to—
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(SwagDot)
Hold on, Swag, whatever I said, you gon' what?
Do this together
Ayy, man, Longway and Swag on the beat together?
[Chorus]
I keep hearin' voices saying get it—
Every time I hit it, she think we go to—
All my racks, these bitches in my pocket, stickin'—
I trust my niggas, I don't put trust in bitches, so we stickin'—
Won't fall out with bitches, we gon' fuck 'em together
I don't know why these bitches thinkin' we gon' go together
We were fucked up in the trap, then me and my dog wеnt up together
Baking soda, fish scale, mix that shit togеther
[Verse 1]
When it rain, me and my Glock together, we don't need no umbrella
.223s, I make that bitch go bang, no beat, acapella
Chrome Heart jeans, I'm steppin' in Christian D's, I put that shit together
Just me and my dog, don't need no extra co-de, we doin' that shit together
Uh, I can't bust a nut unless she bring two hoes or better
Uh, I'm one of them rappers that's trappin' and rappin' and puttin' them bricks together
Uh, I'm one of them rappers that's trappin' and rappin', got bags and bricks, et cetera
Uh, walk in your trap, take over your trap, make a money bag bitch go federal
Back to back Lambos, they look mad blue when they Neighborhood stickin' to—
Told her blow on the dick like a bowl of hot soup when she tryna get back—
When you fucked up, nothin' but the scale and the glass bag, tryna get this shit to—
Hundred round drum for you and your man, yeah, y'all can get this shit to—
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