swag toof - g double o d lyrics
[produced by: big lo$]
(ouija)
swag toof….$uicideboy$…hey…ride to it
{big los on the track boy}
[hook: ouija]
giving a f-ck what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me, b-tch i’m g b-tch i’m g b-tch i’m g (x2)
homie i’m g-g double o d, g double o d (x4)
[verse 1: choir boy]
good god, whole squad on fleek
ten toes already know its gon’ be
last week the homie tatted it on the cheek
t double o f, g double o d
toof gang gon’ eat, toof gang don’t sleep
with the hustle you can’t muzzle, homie look at these t–th
give a f-ck what haters saying when they speaking on me
get to pool ball socking, sl1ck talking to a g
paypal racks, drop crack on the digi-scale
cops on twitter, now the snitches tryna digi-tell
old school country, but you know i rep the city well
don’t skate, but i slide off like a mini rail
silky smooth beats, but the flow so gritty
still won’t talk greasy grand slam you like a denny’s grill
every time i catch a brake a hater wonder did he fail
wishing we gon’ fall off, homie get a wishing well
[verse 2: ouija macc]
ima put sin city on the map
ouija macc got spirits in the trap
toof gang and we taking back the swag
we gon’ make these p-ssy boys grow their eyebrows back
shawty show me that pale white ahh ahh ahh
throw the booty like a tantrum in my lap
catch drain got requested on the track
wasn’t f-cking with us broke, go and nibble up a stack
b-tch i sw-ng around the world like inside-out boy
f-cking with the toof, oh this i doubt boy
dyed my hair blonde, slang scrolls like malfoy
get up off my decomposing d-ck right now boy
waves crash daily we a rip tide now boy
guess you gotta catch us on the flip side now
crawl slow, paint drying on the whip right now
l1ck your crusty -ss lips and get a grip motha’ f-cka’
[hook: ouija]
[verse 3: yung chri$t]
posted in j-pan catching tans
pocket full of xans
couple grand
and i’m plannin’ to sell these drugs up out the van
i’m just sayin’
bullets spraying
like some public m-st-rbation on vacation with some haitians eating on some veggie bacon
all these hoes they like my sh-t
smoking on some pipes and sh-t
yung chri$t boys nice, nice boys, satan twice rollin’ on some dice
double cup up in my hand
cocaine, got it by the gram
hashtag sh-tbag, jet lag, pop tags
baller sh-t, poppin on my collar sh-t
i’m all about a dollar b-tch
tell your girlfriend come and holla’ quick
i’m all about a dollar b-tch
tell your girlfriend come and holla’ quick
[verse 4: ruby da cherry]
clean cut, f-ck that i’m dirty
swamp chomp stomp on the beat i spit murky sh-t
got beef mof-cka’ got jerky
your chick gobble the d-ck like she a turkey
she said “work me” i said “surely”
first we roll a blunt and blow it out ya heard me
now i’m f-cking thirsty, chugged about thirty f-cking cream sodas now i’m feeling sick
lookin’ f-cking green like yoda
b-tches surrounding me doing yoga f-cking told you ruby da cherry ain’t f-cking sober very often
all that coughing you doing i can’t really hear you talking
mothaf-cka
[hook: ouija]
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