Swing My Door Yung Stakks (Ft. G Herbo)

It ain’t my fault you broke
But its prolly my fault ya bitch telling you no
Do she think she my bitch prolly I don’t even know
Lil bitch for everybody she done turned to a hoe bitch
Like Gucci bitch swing my doe
If they got them for the high ima sell the for the low
They was barely gettin by tricking off on them hoes
I was bossed up in the cut checking roll

Serving that pack give and go
1st 48 wipe his nose
Busted a few heads up the road
I got some quality lows
Exotic pack go for the 4
I gotta keep me a pole
Use to heat up thе crib with the stove
Me & Wop usе to sleep on the floor
Early morning up trafficking zones
Selling kds off the phone
My mama knew what I was on
I had to get us some dough
Cuz all my damn life I was broke
They sent shots but yeah we up the score
Reup ever week at the store
Work my wrist turnt a two to a four
Pull up real fast like Batman man nigga
Yung got on two watches they like that man ignorant
Pull up in a demon but my shoes they some Christians
Amiri my jeans this ain’t h&m denim
Pulling up deep like we came in a sprinter
See u in traffic send shots at yo window
And I’m owning these cars I’m too old for a rental
I triple the boxes that’s just how I send them
Bout 8 to 10 cases be gone in a jiffy
I widing the body
Gwag with the lift kit
Limo the tint so my dick she gone kiss it
Couple shots of tequila got her finna risk it
But she can’t resist cuz my neck n my wrist lit
Youngest lil nigga that’s popping that big shit
Niggas to old to be hating how i kick it
Niggas still be going out bad bout these bitch