Swoosh

I walk in, I wild out, I walk out, I chuck out a deuce
I’m drippin', I’m flickin, my wrist and, the bitches, they jump out the roof
The business is business, so don’t give a fuck if I’m not in a suit
Fuck up, a ratchet, and pass it, I swear that my status is swoosh
I walk in, I wild out, I walk out, I chunk out a deuce
I’m drippin', I’m flickin, my wrist and, the bitches, they jump out the roof
The business is business, so don’t give a fuck if I’m not in a suit
Fuck up, a ratchet, and pass it, I swear that my status is swoosh
Didn’t they tell you I was balling?
Had to turn my goddamn phone off, 'cause your baby keep calling
I don’t three point, I don’t free throw
I just be slam dunking on you weak hoes
I’m lynching niggas I’m in beast mode
Look, 1990 I was given I was breath, and I been grinding ever since
I’m crushing up the winners section in my palm now, 'bout to roll em in spliff
She just hopped up on the dick
Oops, I just hopped up in your bitch
Oosh, I just hit another lick
Oooh, I just whipped another hit
I don’t got no gang signs but I’m repping
I’m really ahead of my time, you’re really fortunate I be in the present
I’m in the moment, I’m seeing everything but opponents
Keeping it thorough really lonely
When I’m booth man I’m really Kobe
When I get shooting
I walk in, I wild out, I walk out, I chuck out a deuce
I’m drippin', I’m flickin, my wrist and, the bitches, they jump out the roof
The business is business, so don’t give a fuck if I’m not in a suit
Fuck up, a ratchet, and pass it, I swear that my status is swoosh
I walk in, I wild out, I walk out, I chunk out a deuce
I’m drippin', I’m flickin, my wrist and, the bitches, they jump out the roof
The business is business, so don’t give a fuck if I’m not in a suit
Fuck up, a ratchet, and pass it, I swear that my status is swoosh
That’s nothing but net, you running with veterans
I’m running up checks, I’m sipping on medicine
Yeah I’m talking lean, oh you talking teams?
Didn’t somebody tell you talk is cheap
That throne you got is just another seat
Every damn time, you can tell that I’m out my damn mind
You can walk, you can run but can’t hide
I can get off a plane and stay fly
Man they said your shit was fire?
Dammit your crew should be fired
Damn your whole crew should retire
Dammit I’m through with you cowards
I’m here moving mountains, stacking up and counting
Stacking up and counting
Tryna keep these sorry niggas from around me
Please don’t bring them boys around me
I’m tryna make her back it up and arouse me
Back, back it up and dump it
I’m scoring on 'em, like I’m hitting buckets
Look how Erick rushes, man the kid is something
Ain’t he something?
(Swoosh)