SawseGawd - Swing dat door

Ayy
Yup
I'm finna swing that door
Ayy, fuck it bitch, I'm finna swing that door
Come through that bitch, aim that bitch at your fro
Lil' buddy want smoke cause he dis RNO
But we got him boxed in, where the fuck he gon' go
Got juice in the cut and he wiping your nose if you think it's a joke
Hit his ass in the chest cause he think he the hulk
Hit his ass with a flame I ain't talkin' bout a bic
Tryna be RNO and you lame, get kicked
Don't tryna come around get cool, get licked
I ain't takin' you serious boy you a lil jhit
You is not in the street you in school, that's it
I ain't call you a ho, you was cool, that's it
Don't even sit and try to pull that shit
Back then i'm like, what I'm supposed to do with that shit
I remember cuz taught me how to use that stick
Walking round with that stick, I ain't talkin' bout a tree branch
Two foreign hoes, I think one puerto rican
She got a man, she be suckin' and sneakin
I'm just the man for the weekend
I put a hole in his back its the size of a pecan
Pull out the pack and it's reekin
Me, twin and juice off the za niggas know that we geekin
They don't fuck with RNO tell them hoes keep sleepin
I'm in the yo right now bout tweaking
Two o'clock in the mornin', I'm up just thinkin
Like, fuck do you mean we was 3 deep last night on feet
I got that Za yeah the ounce or the P
Gen 5 Glock, you know it got a beam
Can't fuck with that hoe, yeah, she for the team
RNO Worldwide, niggas know how that be
Yeah, I'ma swing that door, 223s got hit in his fro
Yeah, and you know we on go, Fuck a opp bitch told her send me that lo
Know we in traffic , gotta beat up the road
Send us them packs and we get them back gone
Had to tell bro watch that back door
Don't fuck with these bitches, Ill slime out a hoe
They sleepin' on us, why the fuck is they playin'
Told bro it's too hot in the stu get a fan
I told the lil' hoe, I don't care bout her mans
That nigga keep playing we put bands on his head
Just walked in the trap and I just swung da door
That nigga tryna play like we pussy like I won't call up my dawg right now he on go
Three hoes in a friend group I done hit them all & I cross them off my list like tic-tac-toe
Took a walk to the park to blow woods, SawseGawd put his flash on, nigga, we was walkin' in the dark
I was in the school high off the cart, Ain't even been an hour, but somehow she showed me her arch
Got shh on my hip its gon spark, I be rappin' too fast, gotta get some j throat was too parched
You can't swim with us, nigga, with some sharks
Niggas think we some fish, we some fuckin' piranhas
If I can't get a opp, be this bitch or his mama
You know big RNO on the block, wembanyana
I might just pop out on some brand new designer
My denim shed tears, my jacket keep cryin
Juice got the juice, 15 for a line
Take a opp nigga hoe, but I wasn't even tryin
He swear he don't care, but I know that he lyin
He swear he don't care, but I know that he wolfing
Got the dope in the pot, you know that it's cooking
I just walked in the party and the hoes kept on looking
If he come with a strap, then you know we gon' book him
Like robwitdashifts but we ain't no rookie
And we sliding no mask, we gon' empty this fully
Beat your lil' brother ass nigga call me a bully
In the trap with my pole just me and my tooly
Nigga, juice got the fully I'm squeezin' the semi
Nigga, I'm on the roof, sendin' shots down the chimney
Finna slide down your block 392 Hemi
Just pop me a P, you can see that it's in me
Say I'm sipping that hen but she fuck with pink Whitney
Smokin' that shh you know that he wit' me
New Za came in best price in the city
Can't compete with you niggas, you niggas too cringy
Yeah, I'm bout my cornbread yeah something like jiffy
Remember Pops in the kitchen, he was cookin' up whitney
On the parlays bad, bitch, I feel like B-Tidy
Lil' bitty at party, we finna get litty
You wanna be a boss told that bitch get in with me
I'm feelin' like bossman
I'm feelin' like sawse , cause I'm lost in the sauce, man
Rick Owen's my shoes, they like, how much it cost man
Nigga still tryna play, he ain't know that he lost, man
Twin pass me the Glock, I might shoot with my offhand
On my brudda
I might shoot with my offhand
If twin pass the Glock I might shoot with my offhand

Written by:
Big Rno

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