SWAY IV - Church (feat. 6FiggaDee)
Whippin' that work, you scared go to church, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gelato desert, we sleep on that purp, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whippin' that work, you scared go to church, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nextel chirp, we get a alert, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whippin' that work, you scared go to church, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gelato desert, we sleep on that purp, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whippin' that work, you scared go to church, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nextel chirp, we get a alert, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't never scared to get this money, I'ma get this money regardless, yeah
Labels want me to sign a contract, I ain't even no artist, yeah
In my city, I'm heavily respected, I get retarded, yeah
All speak is loyalty and respect, just bein' honest, yeah
Homies see me as a Big Tymer, I think I'm Mannie Fresh or Baby Slim
I mean Stone and Lac, I mean Turk and Wayne, I mean Juvenile, Baller Blockin' them
Homies be handcuffin' broads, but they don't know I be rockin' them
Homies lookin' for a false call, I ain't no referee, I see flop in them, yeah
So quiet, so fresh, so clean, you thought I was rockin' with Outkast
Went to the bank to withdraw money and tell that hoe to count out cash
Probably pull up in Memphis 10, on Ja Morant with a throwback
I got a bad chick with a dog ass, after I beat that chick, I haul ass
If I front you that doe, then it's all bags, and I don't even smoke, but it's all gas
I'ma get me a mil like a Door Dash, when you hustle on the come-up, you grow up fast
Little hating hoes, I bypass, got a SRT and I'm out fast
I rock a off-white shoe with a dog tag, please don't love this game, cause it's all bad
Whippin' that work, you scared go to church, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gelato desert, we sleep on that purp, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whippin' that work, you scared go to church, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nextel chirp, we get a alert, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whippin' that work, you scared go to church, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gelato desert, we sleep on that purp, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whippin' that work, you scared go to church, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nextel chirp, we get a alert, yeah, yeah, yeah
The load just came in, I don't get nothing under a hundred
These vacuum seal bowls, smoke exotic all summer
I got cereal, milk, and wedding cake, come get you a bundle
My country boy just came and cashed out a re-up in a Hummer
Shawty find three kids, yeah, she kept it a hundred
I shot another baby, I know when she drop it, fix her stomach
Got another bad bitch, she hold it down and keep the money
You better have your money right, cause she gon' tell me if you short me
Bitch, I got brick fair
Nigga, you a rat and you gone tell
Guess you got snitch fair
Buying pussy every city that we in
Guess you got trick fair
Tryna slime your own homie for it move
You must got hit fair
Ran off on a plug, think it's cool
You must got lit fair
6FiggaDee I'm the goat
Twenty-two hundred a bow
Add a eight hundred a show
I'm whippin', I'm whippin' this work
You scared then go to church
I'm whippin' that girl, my foot in that hoe, hey
Whippin' that work, you scared go to church, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gelato desert, we sleep on that purp, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whippin' that work, you scared go to church, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nextel chirp, we get a alert, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whippin' that work, you scared go to church, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gelato desert, we sleep on that purp, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whippin' that work, you scared go to church, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nextel chirp, we get a alert, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by:
Rodney Starkes
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