Yah (Hey, Swagga) Yah He ain't never sold no work, yo' ass need to stop lyin' I just poured a 8 of red, call that bih a stop sign He ain't gon' blow that bitch, boy, you know I'ma pop mine Bet' not see you with them boys, pussy boy, you'll all die They say ain't been the same since a Cracka pap die I've been smokin' on that strong, some like Popeye Get your bitch get in her jaws 'fore we even hit the house Pull up, president on my wrist like Ronald Reagan Fuck the trenches, I need some quakin' Walk down, strip a bitch like bacon I was beatin' up my feet just like The Flintstone Fuck all that honey punkin', baby girl, we been grown Your bitch been a hoe, we spinnin' shit like disco Fuck who put ya'll on, I'm Mr. Get That Shit Gone I'm Mr. Shit Talker, I'm Mr. Bag Getter She called me big head, say baby girl, your ass bigger I'ma pack flipper, ridin' 'round with cap peelers Hat getters, huh, shit got sticky like it was some wax in it, huh Still got Polo on [?] Smokin' green some like caterpillar, huh Break your head off like an action figure, huh Take your dreads off like a loctition, huh Uh, huh, yah, huh, so many clips, we'll shoot a hallmark You's a fat ass rat, call your Paul Blart She said ''Put it all in'', like a shopping cart Send a bro to the store, I'on shop at all I'on want it if it loads, I'm in my draws Shit slow, hit the store, fuck it, get it all Why you on a phone, tryna conversate 'bout baby? Same one used to joke, tryna come with me, it's crazy White girl in the Benz, I got Sadi in a Mercedes Serve it raw like Patrick, I'on know no Swayze Sellin' dope in the morning, same time in Swaeby I'on got no type baby, but don't call me Swae Lee Long live lil' bro, got me goin' crazy On L's, pussy