Smoove'L - Swoosh (Intro) lyrics
[Smoove'L - Swoosh Intro lyrics]
Shout out to that young nigga
Fuckin' it up in Brooklyn
(Haha)
Man, let me tell you, this lil' nigga hard
The fuckin' house, boy
This shit for the streets
He go by the name of Smoove'L (made it)
Listen to this, nigga
I'm tellin' you
(Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
I'm tellin' you
Bitch (They know how I'm comin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mm
Oh oh oh oh (Let's go)
I was tryna eat (Oh oh)
Everybody had gave up on me (They gave up)
I was lookin', they play hard to see
(They play hard)
I done went to get back on my feet
(Back on my feet)
Learnin' everybody ain't your friend
(They ain't your friend)
Tough times don't last, tough people do
I start to begin to win
(I start to begin to win) , yeah
Bro wouldn't give me the wave
I wanted to ball too
(I wanted to ball too)
You know you did it to yourself
Can't be mad I ignore you
(Can't be mad I ignore you) , yeah
Already feel I'm on top
Feel like I'm on route
(Feel like I'm on route)
Arms out when I needed help
You wouldn't fall through
(made it, you wouldn't fall through)
I was standin' by the
Corner store lookin' left
And right 'cause I'm in a war
Gettin' more bags, doin' less talk
On my IG, know the opps stalk
I got 'em scared like I'm Jeepers Creepers
All that down talk
You think I ain't peep it?
And they mad aside, know they suckin'
Teethin'
On my dead homies, I'ma ball in Neiman's
(Oh oh oh oh)
If you really my nigga I'ma give you a
Bag even if you do not need it
(No, no, no)
I can't walk in no slippers, the
Pigs on my ass, the law
I be tryna beat it
(Bah)
Her panties go down, I'ma
Give her some rounds
I steady fuck like a demon
(Skrrt)
I be ridin' 'round, then you hear a
"Baow" you know that it was them demons
(Bah bah)
They be all bark, no bite (Uh)
I don't reply, it be on site
I'm goin' way up, no kite
(I'm goin' way up)
I cannot lay up tonight (I cannot lay up)
Young nigga be gettin' bags like the garbage
(Mm)
She clean the rug up, I'm the carpet (Sweep)
That pussy say
"Push" I'ma go and start it
(Vroom)
Never do small, hangin' with the largest
( made it, yeah)
Knock off her makeup, left it on my pillow
They tell me, "Calm down" I can't chill
Though
(No)
Cargo tippin' over, grab the wheel, though
(O oh)
I am a legend, Will Smith, Willow
(Will Smith, Willow)
Runnin' these streets you will
Have some frenemies
No way they gon' put a end to me
He lovin' her beauty, his balance low
Now he wonderin' why they call me a beast
(Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Bro wouldn't give me the wave
I wanted to ball too
(I wanted to ball too)
You know you did it to yourself
Can't be mad I ignore you
(Can't be mad I ignore you) , yeah
Already feel I'm on top
Feel like I'm on route
(I feel like I'm on route)
Arms out when I needed help
You wouldn't fall through
(You wouldn't fall through)
I was standin' by the
Corner store lookin' left
And right 'cause I'm in a war
(I was standin' by the corner store)
Gettin' more bags, doin' less talk
On my IG, know the opps stalk
(I know they stalk)
I got 'em scared like I'm Jeepers Creepers
All that down talk
You think I ain't peep it?
And they mad aside, know they suckin'
Teethin'
On my dead homies, I'ma ball in Neiman's
(]made it, swish)
Fuckin' it up in Brooklyn
(Haha)
Man, let me tell you, this lil' nigga hard
The fuckin' house, boy
This shit for the streets
He go by the name of Smoove'L (made it)
Listen to this, nigga
I'm tellin' you
(Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
I'm tellin' you
Bitch (They know how I'm comin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mm
Oh oh oh oh (Let's go)
I was tryna eat (Oh oh)
Everybody had gave up on me (They gave up)
I was lookin', they play hard to see
(They play hard)
I done went to get back on my feet
(Back on my feet)
Learnin' everybody ain't your friend
(They ain't your friend)
Tough times don't last, tough people do
I start to begin to win
(I start to begin to win) , yeah
Bro wouldn't give me the wave
I wanted to ball too
(I wanted to ball too)
You know you did it to yourself
Can't be mad I ignore you
(Can't be mad I ignore you) , yeah
Already feel I'm on top
Feel like I'm on route
(Feel like I'm on route)
Arms out when I needed help
You wouldn't fall through
(made it, you wouldn't fall through)
I was standin' by the
Corner store lookin' left
And right 'cause I'm in a war
Gettin' more bags, doin' less talk
On my IG, know the opps stalk
I got 'em scared like I'm Jeepers Creepers
All that down talk
You think I ain't peep it?
And they mad aside, know they suckin'
Teethin'
On my dead homies, I'ma ball in Neiman's
(Oh oh oh oh)
If you really my nigga I'ma give you a
Bag even if you do not need it
(No, no, no)
I can't walk in no slippers, the
Pigs on my ass, the law
I be tryna beat it
(Bah)
Her panties go down, I'ma
Give her some rounds
I steady fuck like a demon
(Skrrt)
I be ridin' 'round, then you hear a
"Baow" you know that it was them demons
(Bah bah)
They be all bark, no bite (Uh)
I don't reply, it be on site
I'm goin' way up, no kite
(I'm goin' way up)
I cannot lay up tonight (I cannot lay up)
Young nigga be gettin' bags like the garbage
(Mm)
She clean the rug up, I'm the carpet (Sweep)
That pussy say
"Push" I'ma go and start it
(Vroom)
Never do small, hangin' with the largest
( made it, yeah)
Knock off her makeup, left it on my pillow
They tell me, "Calm down" I can't chill
Though
(No)
Cargo tippin' over, grab the wheel, though
(O oh)
I am a legend, Will Smith, Willow
(Will Smith, Willow)
Runnin' these streets you will
Have some frenemies
No way they gon' put a end to me
He lovin' her beauty, his balance low
Now he wonderin' why they call me a beast
(Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Bro wouldn't give me the wave
I wanted to ball too
(I wanted to ball too)
You know you did it to yourself
Can't be mad I ignore you
(Can't be mad I ignore you) , yeah
Already feel I'm on top
Feel like I'm on route
(I feel like I'm on route)
Arms out when I needed help
You wouldn't fall through
(You wouldn't fall through)
I was standin' by the
Corner store lookin' left
And right 'cause I'm in a war
(I was standin' by the corner store)
Gettin' more bags, doin' less talk
On my IG, know the opps stalk
(I know they stalk)
I got 'em scared like I'm Jeepers Creepers
All that down talk
You think I ain't peep it?
And they mad aside, know they suckin'
Teethin'
On my dead homies, I'ma ball in Neiman's
(]made it, swish)