Swoosh (Intro)

(albüm: Hood 2 Hollywood - 2019)

Shout out to that young nigga fucking it up in Brooklyn (Haha)
Man, let me tell you, this lil' nigga hard
[?] the fucking house, boy
This shit for the streets
He go by the name of Smoove'L ([?] made it)
Listen to this, nigga
I'm telling you (Fuck you talking 'bout?), I'm telling you, bitch (They know how I'm comin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mm
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Let's go)

I was tryna eat (Oh-oh)
Everybody had gave up on me (They gave up)
I was looking, they play hard to see (They play hard)
I done went to get back on my feet (Back on my feet)
[?]
Learning everybody ain't your friend (They ain't your friend)
Tough times don't last, tough people do
I start to begin to win (I start to begin to win), yeah

Bro wouldn't give me the wave, I wanted to ball too (I wanted to ball too)
You know you did it to yourself, can't be mad I ignore you (Can't be mad I ignore you), yeah
Already feel I'm on top, feel like I'm on route (Feel like I'm on route)
Arms out when I needed help, you wouldn't fall through ([?] made it, you wouldn't fall through)
I was standing by the corner store looking left and right 'cause I'm in a war
Getting more bags, doing less talk
On my IG, know the opps stalk
I got 'em scared like I'm Jeepers Creepers
All that down talk, you think I ain't peep it?
And they mad aside, know they sucking, teething
On my dead homies, I'ma ball in Neiman's (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

If you really my nigga I'ma give you a bag even if you do not need it (No, no, no)
I can't walk in no slippers, the pigs on my ass, the law, I be tryna beat it (Bah)
Her panties go down, I'ma give her some rounds, I steady fuck like a demon (Skrrt)
I be riding 'round, then you hear a, "Baow," you know that it was them demons (Bah-bah)
They be all bark, no bite (Uh)
I don't reply, it be on site
I'm going way up, no kite (I'm going way up)
I cannot lay up tonight (I cannot lay up)
Young nigga be getting bags like the garbage (Mm)
She clean the rug up, I'm the carpet (Sweep)
That pussy say, "Push," I'ma go and start it (Vroom)
Never do small, hanging with the largest ([?] made it, yeah)
Knock off her makeup, left it on my pillow
They tell me, "Calm down," I can't chill, though (No)
Cargo tipping over, grab the wheel, though (Ooh)
I am a legend, Will Smith, Willow (Will Smith, Willow)
Running these streets you will have some frenemies
No way they gon' put a end to me
He loving her beauty, his balance low, now he wondering why they call me a beast (Yeah, ayy, yeah)

Bro wouldn't give me the wave, I wanted to ball too (I wanted to ball too)
You know you did it to yourself, can't be mad I ignore you (Can't be mad I ignore you), yeah
Already feel I'm on top, feel like I'm on route (I feel like I'm on route)
Arms out when I needed help, you wouldn't fall through (You wouldn't fall through)
I was standing by the corner store looking left and right 'cause I'm in a war (I was standing by the corner store)
Getting more bags, doing less talk
On my IG, know the opps stalk (I know they stalk)
I got 'em scared like I'm Jeepers Creepers
All that down talk, you think I ain't peep it?
And they mad aside, know they sucking, teething
On my dead homies, I'ma ball in Neiman's ([?] made it, swish)