Blowin Bandz

Beep, beep
All White steady whippin' it
It’s Swoo Gang, baby
Uh, uh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit (Yeah)
Black on black, going crazy, I can’t lie
Coupe go thirty, and the seats, they bloody insides
Niggas beg for features then they switch up like I ain’t fine
Bitch, it’s Swoo, who are you? I don’t fuck with your kind
Talkin' on the internet but we don’t see you outside
Talkin' 'bout my niggas, we gon' pull up with that fire
He switched when it hit the fan, but you know I’m blowin' bands
I got cash, I’m the man, so much racks, can’t fit in my pants
Walk with a limp, I can barely stand
Wish my nigga got out that jam
he get slammed
Nigga ain’t playin' now your mom like, «Damn»
She ate the dick, said, «Thank, you ma’am»
New AP like chandelier
VVVs, they crystal clear
Smoking loud, I cannot hear
Uh, rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit (Yeah)
Black on black, going crazy, I can’t lie
Coupe go thirty, and the seats, they bloody insides
Niggas beg for features then they switch up like I ain’t fine
Bitch, it’s Swoo, who are you? I don’t fuck with your kind
Talkin' on the internet but we don’t see you outside
Talkin' 'bout my niggas, we gon' pull up with that fire
He switched when it hit the fan, but you know I’m blowin' bands
I got cash, I’m the man, so much racks, can’t fit in my pants