King Chip - Swisha lyrics
rate meFt. Boldy James, Two9, Peechie Green & GoDreamer
Yeah, king chip is on, you know a nigga cold
You know a nigga swagging on the globe
Nigga too fresh, just the only reason I wear clothes
Nigga shit, fuck around, we will broke
Real nigga got a few plans for them ends
So you know a nigga back up in this bitch, nigga back up in this bitch
Nigga be cool, don’t trip, I don’t wanna have to act up in this bitch
Got the racks in this bitch, tell me what’s the plan
Wanna grab, know a nigga got some hoes going ham
Get the shows going ham, maybe cut the flows going ham
4 rings on both of the hands, 7 hoes in the bed
Yeah I got some mall with some friends
Real nigga stroke in the gamick, strong in the game
Same time this dope coming in
King Chip I’m the show gonn get, bitch
We roll up that killa, we shoot to that swisha
I’m tryina fuck with you, my nigga, my nigga
We roll up that killa, we shoot to that swisha
I’m tryina fuck with you, my nigga, my nigga
Cause we just laying, high
Cause I’m just staying, high
I’m bad to the bone, still got the mac and this chrome
I’m barely ever answer my phone, got a bag full of zones
Chilling on the ave wit my bros, tryina sell a whole bag till it’s gone
Niggas mad that I’m on, just glad I was broke, now tryina make a joke
Just tryina make em know
They people of the world and we call rp girls
Like broads on the Cadillac bump
So southern player listen, when I go ham with my pro ham
My spokes they be twisting, triple gold see I’m the dope man
Fin to roll me up a swisha, surfing on that tidal wave
Smoking on that killer, purple, ultraviolet rays
My brosky got the trilla, no switchblade for damn and change
I’m a money making nigga, meaning I get paid all kind of ways
Cocaine my skill tre, I upgraded my cartiers
And the …real high, cause on hill block, we got them plans
We roll up that killa, we shoot to that swisha
I’m tryina fuck with you, my nigga, my nigga
We roll up that killa, we shoot to that swisha
I’m tryina fuck with you, my nigga, my nigga
Cause we just laying, high
Cause I’m just staying, high
Doing snots till I can’t breathe, me and nina we can’t sleep
Money calling, hoes crawling, you light skin and that ain’t foreign
I’m tim Duncan and the slim something
I’ma kick it out, it’s 10 something
I’m getting head while the benz running
I’m getting head while the benz running
They mad we hot, they not, we drop, they flop, 1 shot, 2 shots
Ain’t spend these niggas, pte then dead be niggas
Like 3 hots, 2 shots, 1 shot,
Ain’t spend these niggas, pte then dead be niggas
I said smoking out, pouring up, putting dick up in your slut
You know what I’m repping, double cup and bitches rolling up
Gold watch, gold chain, bet your girlfriend know the name
Then it …she sucking, fucking, did the whole gang
Dutch, raps and some red cups, these fuck niggas hate us
Cause we made it out of them situation
I’m with my niggas we flexed up
2 nights till they kill me, my shows going for 50
Shout out my niggas that never rich, and real niggas that ilthy
We roll up that killa, we shoot to that swisha
I’m tryina fuck with you, my nigga, my nigga
We roll up that killa, we shoot to that swisha
I’m tryina fuck with you, my nigga, my nigga
Cause we just laying, high
Cause I’m just staying, high
Matter fact, go and pour me some
While we at it, go roll up some
See this slicker, no bullshit, nah he just talking
Can’t show me nothing
Zoo high, I’ve been up there, all or nothing, I’ve been back there
New chair, rookie of the year, peach green, place the crown right here
Stay fly, I’m cloud kicking, steak on, I’m start sipping
Big boy, rocks in it, bojee, who bullshitting
Feeling good, looking right
Band up living life, get with it
Or get rolled over, going hard, fuck going sober
Kick standing this cash sip, thousand rocks is a road trip
…town I claim boy, gay town, we bang boy
Click clack, bang bang, lay em down we bout that
Money running round, everybody know they come back.
