Blowin Bandz - Swaghollywood

Beep, beep

All White steady whippin' it

It’s Swoo Gang, baby

Uh, uh

Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, yeah

Uh, rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit

Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit

Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit

Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit (Yeah)

Black on black, going crazy, I can’t lie

Coupe go thirty, and the seats, they bloody insides

Niggas beg for features then they switch up like I ain’t fine

Bitch, it’s Swoo, who are you? I don’t fuck with your kind

Talkin' on the internet but we don’t see you outside

Talkin' 'bout my niggas, we gon' pull up with that fire

He switched when it hit the fan, but you know I’m blowin' bands

I got cash, I’m the man, so much racks, can’t fit in my pants

Walk with a limp, I can barely stand

Wish my nigga got out that jam

he get slammed

Nigga ain’t playin' now your mom like, «Damn»

She ate the dick, said, «Thank, you ma’am»

New AP like chandelier

VVVs, they crystal clear

Smoking loud, I cannot hear

Uh, rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit

Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit

Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit

Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit (Yeah)

Black on black, going crazy, I can’t lie

Coupe go thirty, and the seats, they bloody insides

Niggas beg for features then they switch up like I ain’t fine

Bitch, it’s Swoo, who are you? I don’t fuck with your kind

Talkin' on the internet but we don’t see you outside

Talkin' 'bout my niggas, we gon' pull up with that fire

He switched when it hit the fan, but you know I’m blowin' bands

I got cash, I’m the man, so much racks, can’t fit in my pants