Swang JT

[Intro]
(DJ Swift, ho)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Just a young bitch from the bottom, but it's lookin' lonely at the top (Damn)
These hoes want smoke, I bet they flop
And if you playin' neutral when it's up, you an opp
If I found out you're flaw, ho, the picture gettin' cropped (Snip)
Bitch gettin' blocked
Slap JT, what they hollerin' 'bout? (The fuck?)
What y'all hoes smokin' on, molly rock? (Damn)
That ain't how you livin'
Went from hittin' licks to them millions
A boss-ass bitch what it's givin' (Always)
Soon as I jumped out the feds
I went to the bank and I went and got ahead (Yeah)
I've been through a lot, had to pay my dues for some bad choices
Now I'm hated by a bitch with a man voice
I'm just gettin' to the bag, what they mad for?
It ain't addin' up, thеse hoes need a math course
Talk bеhind my back and they smile in my face
But I'm puttin' names on it, I ain't givin' bitches grace (Nah, period)

[Chorus]
Let me cook though (Cook)
Hold up, let me cook though
This ain't the Shade Room blogs or the TV, ho
If it's some pressure, better swing when you see me, ho (Swing when you see me, ho)
Better swing when you see me, ho (Swing when you see me, ho)
Tighten up, better swing when you see me, ho
Switched up on me, dang, that was easy, ho (Fuck ho)
But if it's smoke, you better swing when you see me, ho