"SWISSED" lyrics
"SWISSED"
(Hood rich, buddy)
(Woah, woah)
Gang-gang (Woah, on gang-gang)
Boom, boom, baow (Baow)
Woah (Baow; Young Rich Squad)
Got a Glock with a button, a Glock with a switch (Woah)
You try to run up, then your ass gettin' switched (Ayy)
I seen your ass on the block, nigga, your ass a lick (Woah)
I'm sippin' purple all night 'til it's purple I piss (On gang-gang)
Nigga, you ain't seen twenty, put twenty my wrist
We got kilos, brick man, pull out the fish (On gang-gang)
Kilos, my nose fell into the bricks (Woah)
My nose fell into the bricks (Woah, woah)
Kilos, I had to change my flight (Let's go)
I was late, had to change my flight (Let's go)
Sorry, she take a sip of my Sprite (Woah)
I said I poured two lines in my Sprite, sorry (Woah, woah, brr)
Nigga, I been everywhere in the world, I met too many girls, but no wife, sorry
My bag wan' talk, they ain't payin' the price, hardly (Let's go)
Glock will turn you to Swiss cheese, it's a body (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, I'm fed, eatin' rice in the 'Rari
Bitch, I did that already, I don't wanna party (On gang-gang)
Glock out, I got a baow behind me (Gang-gang)
The fent' man, we call him Lao, he's Chinese (On gang-gang)
Big mozzarella and feta, got gouda gang
Yeah, we Swiss cheese and intrude the gang (Gang, gang)
Outside really ain't got left to do with my gang (On gang-gang)
Young Rich Squad, that shit for life, she gon' screw with the gang (On gang-gang)
Let's go, bro, don't talk on us, try to run up, you gon' die fast (Let's go)
Nigga, I ain't got nothin' to lose, bitch, I'm down bad (Let's go)
Put down a banana clip, it's a drum mag
They actin' all happy and smart, but they dumb mad
17, I had a Glock in the bookbag
Quit pushin', lil' nigga, ain't nothin' to look at
She got a whole lot of red flags I gotta look past (Ayy, ayy)
Woah, let's go
Let's go (On gang-gang)
Let's go (On gang-gang)
Let's go (On gang-gang)
Squad, let's go (On gang-gang)
I'm off a Perc' and your shorty took four beans (On gang-gang)
Finna put my Alfa Romeo on Forgi's (Let's go, let's go)
He ain't never made bread in his life, he made four G's (Squad)
Flip a button, lil' nigga, you could get Swiss cheesed (Squad)
Smoke out a pound every week, I need more weed (Squad, squad, squad)
Let's go, GPS, you niggas can't even find me (Let's go, let's go)
On gang-gang
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