SwaVay - UNTITLED lyrics
[SwaVay - UNTITLED lyrics]
Fuck around and let loose
Everybody run from me
I ain’t never been controlled
Never played a nigga dummy
Show you funny when I expose
Two-piece at your tummy, uh
Scared money
That's you in that big body Benz, huh?
Oh, you done wisened up
Diversified your ends, huh?
You slapping down an open hand, huh?
You used to be the humble nigga
Now you walking with your bands up
You the type to split it with your mans, huh?
You the type to get it and
Flip it anyway that you can, huh?
You a hot boy like you was Juvie, huh?
Know you riding on dubs, like
It's over with Karrueche, huh?
Pretty face, big booty, huh?
Bitch, this the iPhone 30, I’m the
Type to make a movie, huh?
Now you flooded with some Louis, huh? Gucci
Huh?
Getting fade every week like you Boosie, huh?
Double-cross, new Suby, huh?
Only talking to your dogs, Stewie, huh?
Staying in the studio like Tunechi, huh?
Watchin' niggas 'round you
Know they bound to step they goofy up
Look, they don't want one, they want double
Everybody got they hands out around me
Like, "Let me hold something for my troubles"
(Trouble)
And when I say everybody, I mean everybody
Nigga everybody 'round me need something
Everybody 'round me need something
Everybody 'round me need something
Everybody 'round me need something
Is it worth it? Let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it, and reverse it
Scared money don’t make no money
Fuck around and let loose
Everybody run from me
Is it worth it? Let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it, and reverse it
I ain’t never been controlled
Never played a nigga dummy
Show you funny when I expose
Two-piece at your tummy
Look, you's a bitch nigga, I could tell
How many niggas want drink
From the wishing well?
How many niggas want part? In my emails
Drain me dry out my money, nigga
Might as well
How many niggas need the invoice?
How many niggas as a gift need a Benz choice?
How many niggas wanna question
’bout my friend choice?
Like I ain't been throwing lobs since Ben
Boy
I gotta whole lotta kids, no friends, boy
I even gotta treat my mama like she ten, boy
Once you cut the hand off, no amends, boy
Paranoid, two straps in my Benz, boy
Nigga, I got stress for days, getting rest
Not today scared of all this jealousy
I need a vest today
Niggas really need me to rap my best today
See me out in the street, new test today
"How SwaVay gon' react when he find out?
All because this nigga up, we all shine now
And we gon' ride the wave up
It's his time now
And since he up so much, he pay the fine now"
You tell me, is it worth it? Let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it, and reverse it
Scared money don’t make no money
Fuck around and let loose
Everybody run from me
Bitch, you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
All my niggas 'round me right now
Treat them better than my kin
And I stay with Young Metro
Like we was motherfuckin' twins
If he Quincy, then I'm M
If he Dre, then, yeah, I'm Em
And I'm paranoid
Not moving like the fuckin' president
It's the Boominati world
You just a fuckin' resident
I'm the landlord, ho
I'ma need my fuckin' rent
Hands out, grow sisters
This is not a fuckin' trend
This a worldwide takeover
This is no democracy
I know she wanna fuck me 'cause of
What she can get outta me
A lot of niggas 'round me right
Now the ones that doubted me
'n' now they only 'round me 'cause of
What they can get outta me
Money, clothes, hoes
"What can Dre get for me?
Gotta stay at Dre table, nigga, Dre finna eat
Gotta stay in Dre pockets
Try to get him while he sleep
Gotta stay around Dre and forever live free"