Swing Ya Pole

(albüm: Fallen Raven - 2022)

Free Doody (One and Only)
Get richer every year (Venexxi)
Bird business, BB (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
GG (Paulo), yeah
Hahaha, yeah (Mingo)
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Swing your fucking pole, nigga
Act like you wanna do something
She ride on the dick like a pole, nigga
Beat on that bitch like a cucumber
These hoes ain't getting my new number (Uh-huh)
In the fast GLE-ski, pushing it with my Dior Runners
Yeah, I'm up three hundred-ball, I want a new hundred-ball
I want a big double R, no, I don't pop handlebars
No, I don't recycle bars, I got a lot in my catalog
I'm tryna put a new car, hah, in my motherfucking garage (Huh)

Yeah, shoutout lil' Sosa, bitch, that be my twin (Yeah-yeah, my twin)
Call up lil' Jay to come smoosh his ass
He gon' hit him then he spinning again
Oh, I did it again, bitch, all for the win (Fah-fah, uh-huh)
Yeah, we committing sins, double CC the lens (Committing sins, CC the lens)
Diamonds, you see through the tint, even at five percent
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm going in, can't let up on these niggas ever again (Yeah)
No, huh, never again, my nigga, don't call me your twin (Again, twin)
Just 'cause we fucked the same bitch, our money not the same length (Uh-huh, oh)
They tryna knock me off, at least that's what I heard
Don't get your face took off, lil' pussy, you know I fly with the birds
Tell me how much for the syrup? Tell me how much for the— (Brrt, brrt)
Getting high 'til I leave Earth, put that big body on the fucking curb, nigga (Yeah, phew)
Tell me what's the fucking word, nigga (Yeah, huh?)
Tell me what's the fucking word, pussy
Tell me what's the fucking word, bitch, you heard? (Huh?)
Tell me what's the fucking word, nigga (Haha)
Heard that boy got shit bagged (Boom, pow, ha)
They hit him all up in his stomach (Ah!)
When I wake up in the morning, think about the money (Money)
Yeah, ha, wake up, think about the hundreds

Swing your fucking pole, nigga
Act like you wanna do something
She ride on the dick like a pole, nigga
Beat on that bitch like a cucumber
These hoes ain't getting my new number
In the fast GLE-ski, pushing it with my Dior Runners
Yeah, I'm up three hundred-ball, I want a new hundred-ball
I want a big double R, no, I don't pop handlebars (Big double R)
No, I don't recycle bars, I got a lot in my catalog (Recycle bars)
I'm tryna put a new car, hah, in my motherfucking garage