Xavtimer - Swamp Shit (feat. Tommysav & Pop the Pioneer)

I’m the shit lil bitch and yeah watch me I’m floating on the top
Take a pic cause I be flexin hard she tryna suck me soft
I can’t do none of that shit cause she hoein since the drop
Makin pops I’m makin rocks
Fuck that shit I’m takin shots
They was tryna make us flop
And they dissin yeah a lot
Fuck u takin all them shots for if u is missin all them tops
Watch yo brain and watch yo ops
Leave a stain we grab the cloth
This shit bangin watch yo top
Yo shit brainless my shit bop
I’ve stolen hoes even when I ride solo
Shouts out swervo the jetta on some curbos
In the burbs with a Lexus freshly turbo
She know me skirt away run away from that how she ain’t even know me though
I’m still ballin trap star street balling
I’m free balling like half a b deep henny now she’s calling
I’m bald and balling like mister clean, not mister T and all
In my bag
Yeah it’s crazy you thinkin bout the life that we got maybe
The shit that we doin bitch it’s crazy
Ay sittin wit the kin folk of my fuckin babies
Ion give a shit bout none of you hatin
Ion need yo hatin
None yo basic ass
None yo basic ass
I be that p o p p a okay so stay up out my face and they pray up for a Draco
Jesus lay em in the grave
The way I aim the hate though just like Waco call the d e a
Cause Ive been grabbing weight though rolling pesos I can’t feel my face
Any more because rappers sleep and they snore hurt em some more
Pull up with forty four like you want some more I do it like chores
Utterly tragic to slap box and tear times fabric to back
When I did the dash and disappeared like magic with rash Friends
Our last win was grab the mac 10s after the stacks
Under the mattress details don’t really matter
Details don’t really matter bitch I be gassin like on on Saturn
Look at the packet look at the pattern
Bitch I be spazzing on all on y’all asses
Fuck all those classes wasn’t my In bag shit
So we had to run it up and go bat shit
Straight up from the rag shit
Yeah yeah this that shit
Boom boom boom bap shit
That’s on pop and this gone pop
Mosh pit open then body’s drop
I’m countin guap im coutin gaup fettuccine all on my gauc
I’m taken shop I’m takin rocks
Give a fuck about what u thought
Yeah they sendin yeah they sendin shots but they run they mouth
Ain’t no feelin like I feel right man I feel my self
Many
Many
Many
Many bands for my self
Hunits bands for myself
Dive right in michael phelps
Cop a mansion yeah foreal
Pop all that shit but fuck a seal
Fuck that seal I’m smelling dank
Only gas up in my tank
Smell the gas you smell the frankly
Ion really care bout what all y’all think of me
I’m just focused all up on my gas my stank my dream

Written by:
Mikey Xav, Pop Pioneer, Tommy sav

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