Swamp G - Rancho Cucamonga

Living life like I was raised in Rancho Cucamonga
Stepping out on motherfuckers in my Tony Llamas
Footsteps leave a liquid that’s the color matcha
I might pull up in the carbon color flying saucer
Dream of driving through the desert with a Desert Eagle
Bitch I’m fucking miss America, you pledge allegiance
I could narrate your life like I’m Donnie Cheadle
Bitches say I’m looking holy like I’m Jim Caviezel
Mel Gibson, gorgeous apparition
In a haunted mansion, Eddie Murphy in my kitchen
Young Mike Myers with a Erlenmeyer flask
Got a couple fucks to give so get 'em while they last
Pull up in that motherfucking crocodile duster
Cathartt blazer with the VVS cufflink
'Lenciaga wranglers with the rivets looking rustic
David Allan Coe, I’ll kiss your ass if that ain’t country
Bitches know I’m dripping while you looking like a sundry
Walk inside the mall and turning heads, as is custom
Cookie cutter bitches, but you know I’m fully custom
Swampy motherfucker bitch I sit atop a mushroom
Born in '94 like I’m the fuckin money husband
Swamp tar on me so I’m looking like a muckman
Barely lift a finger and I’m the topic of discussion
Down with the bitches and the hoes like gluckman
Man I'm in the bright green boosts sippin D’usse
Camoflauge Comme Garçon, heart blue pink
I ain’t on sicko mode, pussy boy excuse me
Bitch suck my dick cuz I look like a cute dream
Bitches shoot they shot and I turn 'em down gently
Pull up at Sephora, bought my girlfriend Fenty
Pull up at the Top Notch, chicken in my styrofoam
Catch me at the H Mart chewing up the kimchi
I might sip gin in a cen-Tex Walmart
Bitch I been based, boy you nowhere in the ballpark
Sammy Sosa smoking wit me somewhere from a post card
I’m just tryna make a song with young Keef Cozart
Prozac pumps through my veins so I’m stable
I just put some codeine cream cheese on a bagel
Purple dairy product, bitch I need another dollup
Daisies on the grave of Austin rap, I mollywhop it
Uh, no hyperbole I’m Hercules
Hey I tell deez bitches that my nuts they taste like glycerine
Popping champagne like a fucking boat christening
Rocking big belt wit the conchos on it glistening
Pour the Tito’s in the motherfucking grenadine
You bitches weaker than some fucking cyclobenzaprine
Dragon breath, I put the lighter to the gasoline
A bit of a badass, you can’t censor me
Fuck you little cunt sum'bitch and move the fuck along
Swampy in this bitch, I fuck it up, you know my stroke is strong
Ask em what they choking on, my vanilla Toblerone
Pull up in the monochrome Benz in the Thunderdome
Alley oop, Kamas threw me the assist
When I make a milli, put the check up on my fridge
Patience paying off, I be seeing what’s Awaiting
Snowboard Appalachians, ski mask made of alligator
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Written by:
Swamp G, William Mauldin

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