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[Intro]
(Ayy, yeah)
(Ayy, bop)
[Chorus]
We don't smoke no Swisher Sweets, boy, remember me
Smokin' loud and fuckin' hoes, in my Robin jeans
Keke with me, give me top, I can't love these bops
Heard you fuckin' with the opps, we might get a shot
Camel juice and all this guap, she tryna fuck the squad
Rockin' Louis 'til the sock, swaggin', shit ain't hard
I can't fuck with new niggas, rockin' booted True's, nigga
Who is you, nigga? Turn him to some food, nigga
[Verse]
Smokin' strong, can't feel my face, just made a money play
Woke up and I'm feelin' great, designer on my waist
Designer on my bitch, damn, I love her, she the shit
She might beat a bitch, 'cause I'm steady hittin' chicks
2-0 to my strip, I just got back, hittin' licks
Bitch, my water whip, cousin in there, whippin' bricks
I'm in there flippin' shit, you broke, not flippin' shit
Just spent a band on kicks, I love designer shit
[Chorus]
We don't smoke no Swisher Sweets, boy, remember me
Smokin' loud and fuckin' hoes, in my Rovin jeans
Keke with me, give me top, I can't love these bops
Heard you fuckin' with the opps, we might get a shot
Camel juice and all this guap, she tryna fuck the squad
Rockin' Louis 'til the sock, swaggin', shit ain't hard
I can't fuck with new niggas, rockin' booted True's, nigga
Who is you, nigga? Turn him to some food, nigga
(Ayy, yeah)
(Ayy, bop)
[Chorus]
We don't smoke no Swisher Sweets, boy, remember me
Smokin' loud and fuckin' hoes, in my Robin jeans
Keke with me, give me top, I can't love these bops
Heard you fuckin' with the opps, we might get a shot
Camel juice and all this guap, she tryna fuck the squad
Rockin' Louis 'til the sock, swaggin', shit ain't hard
I can't fuck with new niggas, rockin' booted True's, nigga
Who is you, nigga? Turn him to some food, nigga
[Verse]
Smokin' strong, can't feel my face, just made a money play
Woke up and I'm feelin' great, designer on my waist
Designer on my bitch, damn, I love her, she the shit
She might beat a bitch, 'cause I'm steady hittin' chicks
2-0 to my strip, I just got back, hittin' licks
Bitch, my water whip, cousin in there, whippin' bricks
I'm in there flippin' shit, you broke, not flippin' shit
Just spent a band on kicks, I love designer shit
[Chorus]
We don't smoke no Swisher Sweets, boy, remember me
Smokin' loud and fuckin' hoes, in my Rovin jeans
Keke with me, give me top, I can't love these bops
Heard you fuckin' with the opps, we might get a shot
Camel juice and all this guap, she tryna fuck the squad
Rockin' Louis 'til the sock, swaggin', shit ain't hard
I can't fuck with new niggas, rockin' booted True's, nigga
Who is you, nigga? Turn him to some food, nigga
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