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swerzie - postobon freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: swerzie]
i’m [?] of your postobon soda
that b-tch, she still ride to the woods falling over
you talk on my gang, you better know that sh-t over
got glocks, i got sh-t that gon’ have you in comas
imma pull up with dracos, machetes and attachments
imma cod sneak on that boy from the back
i got girls, any b-tch try me, they have my back
any rappers hate on me while i’ll be relaxed
i need the bag, i don’t need fame
hopped the tesla, hopped out the wraith
facetime my mom so she know that i’m safe
then i make me some money in less than three days
your b-tch got a premium, i found out today
imma buy it then imma be on it today
i mean on it tonight, my ct she swerving
imma give her some goyards to get what she likes
i’mma pull up with [?] from j-pan
need me a gtr nissan from j-pan
i still got the same hoes from when i booked in
i need my wrist to be two tone from patek
i need my teeth to shine and be vvs
show in orlando, these locals got ps
i’ve been outrapping y’all since i was geekin’ (rotten)
they asked if i was up, and they said yes b-tch, he is

[verse 2: devonte ze]
i been flexin’, they couldn’t even call it
i made a band in a day, b-tch i called it
all of these racks make your b-tch wanna call it
and i’m hiding from n-gg-s still stuck in the closet
i f-cked that b-tch when i knew she could swallow it
loyalty w, you know she gon’ follow it
sh-t stay on my waist so you know it got hollow tips
i need the cash and you know i need all of it
she want the boom, i just wanna smash
speed in the rain off the drank, i might crash
he say he got racks and i say “what’s the catch?”
you just gotta kick in the door from the back
got some new clothes, yeah i bring out them bands
got a bad b-tch, -ss fat with a tan
pull up to the spot, yeah i’m gone off the xans
i move the pack, i’m the man with the plan
i told him take off, told him n-gg-s go far
sh-t in the back in the box with the jars
hair real long, feel like a pop star
you know i’m rotten, b-tch i’m a rot star
my neck be shining, you think i’m the sun
your b-tch came with me cause she wanna have fun
that boy he a b-tch, he keep flashing his gun
they keep hitting my line cause they know i’m the one

[verse 3: zotiyac]
uh uh, finna whip up the whitney
i got mine on my, mine on me like blicky
keep it 180, i keep it 150
sh-t cracking daily, you can’t keep her with me
ay, i got a weston, it sneeze
he double breasted, that mean he got t-tties
this ain’t no regular glizzy, this motherf-cker a threat to the city
i wet up your mama then wet up your biddy
i’m taking a trip like i’m morty, you ricky
that 40, that 50, that b-tch leave you dizzy
i drop a f-ck n-gg- then dance like p. diddy
that shawty gon’ come from the side and she sh-tty
i pull up on no funny sh-t, i ain’t sh-tty
think it’s a blicky, this ain’t no blicky
you make one move and get touched like a frisbee
walk in, security ain’t even frisk me
f-cking with me, boy that sh-t’ll be risky
now i’m going off the walk hard, n-gg-
throwing bullets at your boss’s car, n-gg-
pinky hard when my chop hard, n-gg-
i hold the chopper like a rockstar, n-gg-
throwing red beams like a cop car, n-gg-
i see an op, shoot the glock far, n-gg-

- swerzie lyrics

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