Swishers Onna Dock (Remastered) Lyrics

Yea P$G, lil bitch

(Haha lean, aye hold on, lean

lean lean yeah)

Yea, I pour the Wock

I got about 3 grams stuffed all in my Sock (for real)

Boy now don't you run up on me you gonna get popped

Do not ask about my business or about a fucking Glock

I was with lil homie Lean smoking Swishers on a dock

Do not ask me if I fuck with your fake Gucci socks

Passed your hoe to the streets she sucking me and a opp

You don't want the smoke, ain't saying Woo, you gonna get popped

I'm with Razo on the corner I remember when we first made some lean

Woke up off the bars, where I'm at? You know what I mean

Windows tinted, tires worn, smoke some shit and leave the scene (gas)

Ex-hoe done bought me J's they don't look so fucking clean (nah nah)

Police at the door and I don't know about a Ruger

Streets gone give you nightmares ain't talking Freddy Krueger

I don't fuck with old-bitches like to call them cougars

Shots headed to your ass, laughing, ain't no fucking bloopers (ha-ha)

How you missing shots with thumpers, you a storm trooper

Drifting doing donuts, yea I like to maneuver (hold on)

Went and copped a Moncler they say I'm fucking cold

Run up on me when you solo we know you ain't bold

Yeah you really think you with it we know you gone fold

Go in cop some Swishers I ain't even fucking old

Never had a green neck all my shit real gold

Step up to the ring I'll break your bones like a twig

Middle fingers pointed up at the fucking pigs (F12 bitch)

All they find on me is cash, a lighter, and a cig, yeah

Aye, I pour the Wock

I got about 3 grams stuffed all in my stock, aye

Boy now don't you run up on me you gonna get popped

Don't even ask about my business or about a fucking Glock

I was with the homie Lean smoking Swishers on a dock

Do not ask me if I fuck with your fake Gucci socks (nah)

Passed your hoe to the streets, she was trying to suck me off

You don't want the smoke ain't saying Woo, you gonna get popped

Im a dog she's trying to bone

Burning tires in the lot

Got this hoe calling my phone

She taking off her top

Got my homies riding with me

We smoking at the spot

All these joints I be so RAW I get high like astronaut

Hitting licks on a couple bitches try my ass you gone get shot

I'm from the 479 keep the iron cause niggas plot

I'm on my grind no Tony Hawk I be lit at 9 o'clock

Ain't tryna get locked up but ain't no snitching trying to stack my guap

Freestyling I ain't writing yet don't lose my train of thought

Yeah we ran a train up on your hoe we knew she was a thot, yea

(You dig, aye)

(Aye)

Aye, hold on shut your ass up

Me and my boys gassed up

We just hit a lick on that lil bitch and see 12 pass us

I fucked your bitch, ask her

And I wore a mask, uh

I ain't get caught slipping

hold on baby why you tripping ?

We told her get the fuck up out the whip and got to dipping

We got the .45 fill you 33 like Pippen

Street hoe wanna fuck I said lil bitch we can't kick it

Doing 100 in a 40 hope police don't give me a ticket

Yea that bag im chasing after hope it hit them 7 digits

Yeah and that's on gang

Uh, we let it bang

300 grim reaper watch the KKK hang

(Bang Bang)

Yea I pour the Wock

I got about 3 grams stuffed all in my stock, aye

Boy don't try to run up on me you gonna get popped

Don't even ask about my business or about a fucking Glock

I was with lil homie Lean smoking Swishers on a dock

Do not ask me if I fuck with your fake Gucci socks

Passed your hoe to the streets she sucking me and a opp

You don't want the smoke ain't saying Woo you gonna get popped, aye

Huh? Yea, $antiago bitch (For real)

(Aye, aye, you dig, aye)