Paroles Swisher par Pasto Flocco

(Surf Gang, b*t*h)
Surf Gang, yeah
Ho, hey (Ayo, J6, turn that up)
Ho, hey
Ho, hey

Yeah, some n***as say I changed, I'm worried 'bout guap, I don't give a f**k 'bout n***as
Got a small-a** circle, I don't give a f**k 'bout n***as, I love my n***as
Sh*t, my mother don't f**k with all of the smokin', but it make my vibe litter
His pockets is hurtin', he worth five figures
Sh*t on these n***as, I don't mean to litter
D**k on her lip and that sh*t like a blister
Hit from the back, finna dance in her liver
Finna dance in that sh*t like lil' kidder
She know the drill like a system
D**k lips, I know that she kissed 'em
Chrom? Hearts, putting my fist up
Broke-a** n***a, told him get his drip up
Brok?-a** n***a, told him get his chips up
He on my 'Gram looking for some more sauce
I got your cheese, finna get my sticks up
LV bag, know I keep the stick tucked
Big ol' Backwood, not no Swisher
Paid attention and then I got richer
Boy, like Ellen, b*t*h, I got the answer
And the d**k riding spreading like cancer
Rock that Chrome Heart 'cause I got my bands up
B*t*h n***a, he need him a Pamper
She told me she don't f**k with my temper
What you say? She said that I'm handsome
Waistline Brazilian dancer
Hit up my slime that stay in Atlanta
Shooting them shots, I'm feelin' like Granger
Surf Gang, yeah
Ho, hey
Ho, hey
Ho, hey

Yeah, some n***as say I changed, I'm worried 'bout guap, I don't give a f**k 'bout n***as
Got a small-a** circle, I don't give a f**k 'bout n***as, I love my n***as
Sh*t, my mother don't f**k with all of the smokin', but it make my vibe litter
His pockets is hurtin', he worth five figures
Sh*t on these n***as, I don't mean to litter
D**k on her lip and that sh*t like a blister
Hit from the back, finna dance in her liver
Finna dance in that sh*t like lil' kidder
She know the drill like a system
D**k lips, I know that she kissed 'em
Chrome Hearts, putting my fist up
Broke-a** n***a, told him get his drip up
Broke-a** n***a, told him get his chips up
He on my 'Gram looking for some more sauce
I got your cheese, finna get my sticks up
LV bag, know I keep the stick tucked
Big ol' Backwood, not no Swisher
Paid attention and then I got richer
Boy, like Ellen, b*t*h, I got the answer
And the d**k riding spreading like cancer
Rock that Chrome Heart 'cause I got my bands up
B*t*h n***a, he need him a Pamper
She told me she don't f**k with my temper
What you say? She said that I'm handsome
Waistline Brazilian dancer
Hit up my slime that stay in Atlanta
Shooting them shots, I'm feelin' like Granger
Yeah, some n***as say I changed, I'm worried 'bout guap, I don't give a f**k 'bout n***as
Got a small-a** circle, I don't give a f**k 'bout n***as, I love my n***as
Sh*t, my mother don't f**k with all of the smokin', but it make my vibe litter
His pockets is hurtin', he worth five figures
Sh*t on these n***as, I don't mean to litter
D**k on her lip and that sh*t like a blister
Hit from the back, finna dance in her liver
Finna dance in that sh*t like lil' kidder
She know the drill like a system
D**k lips, I know that she kissed 'em
Chrome Hearts, putting my fist up
Broke-a** n***a, told him get his drip up
Broke-a** n***a, told him get his chips up
He on my 'Gram looking for some more sauce
I got your cheese, finna get my sticks up
LV bag, know I keep the stick tucked
Big ol' Backwood, not no Swisher
Paid attention and then I got richer
Boy, like Ellen, b*t*h, I got the answer
And the d**k riding spreading like cancer
Rock that Chrome Heart 'cause I got my bands up
B*t*h n***a, he need him a Pamper
She told me she don't f**k with my temper
What you say? She said that I'm handsome
Waistline Brazilian dancer
Hit up my slime that stay in Atlanta
Shooting them shots, I'm feelin' like Granger