CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sink or Swim
Damn, JakeSand
sh*ttyBoyz
Thousand dollar mic, you can probably hear me think
Only face za, bougie b*t*h don't wanna drink
Roll full of blues, you might see a couple pink
Tryna ride the wave? I hope you ready if you sink
Okay, snow bunny, blew her back out, the [?] I salute
Told her I'm the one but always sh*tting like the number two
I'll ho you if the neck ain't coming, I ain't family, boo
You can leave me 'lone or by my lonely when I'm thumbing through
Running dog sh*t up, the only way is towards a million
Runtz turned me to a Skywalker, got some force up in me
Shoot through whatever, feel like Kobe with the [?]
Catch me jack catching in yo hood, I got bored with giffies
Sleeve Nash, I'll pass this b*t*h, I got scorers with me
Punched the wrong size Amiris, never mind, they sorta fit me
Two thousand beans, he ain't gon' count 'em, we gon' short him sixty
I think all my opps forgot that I got the torch in Ypsi
I'ma see a mill before I'm fifty
I can run it up, I do it swiftly
Huh, left that n***a red, we named him "Trippie"
Incognito in the store, I'm sliding giffies
It ain't no one hitter quitter, BINs smack for combos
At the self-scanner dunking chips [?]
b*t*h said I'm cheating, like, I swear I been at the condo
Sent her on jack trip and told that b*t*h stack it pronto
Dame Time, what you need? I'll always come through in a clutch
n***as broke for Christmas, tell yo mama that you need a crutch
If my b*t*h look through my phone, she gon' beat me up
Seen he had a little dilly chain, got my piece from Hutch
I caught him out with girly, that's not his b*t*h
Flat booty b*t*h, I won't ever switch
Big Balenciaga Track.2s, she can't spell my kicks
Flashy f**ker, I'll up some blues for the hell of it
Baby, let me get between, they won't know I hit
Dawg swear he getting money, I ain't notice it
New method hit for 2K, this b*t*h so legit
That lil' b*t*h got a hundred bodies, you was 'posed to hit
I really had her in a room hitting notes and sh*t
You ain't never shot a gun but posting sticks
A hundred dollar eighth, you don't smoke this sh*t
A thousand dollar pistol, you don't toke this blick
b*t*h, aye
A hundred dollar eighth, you don't smoke this sh*t
A thousand dollar pistol, you don't toke this blick
Aye, sh*ttyBoyz
sh*ttyBoyz
Thousand dollar mic, you can probably hear me think
Only face za, bougie b*t*h don't wanna drink
Roll full of blues, you might see a couple pink
Tryna ride the wave? I hope you ready if you sink
Okay, snow bunny, blew her back out, the [?] I salute
Told her I'm the one but always sh*tting like the number two
I'll ho you if the neck ain't coming, I ain't family, boo
You can leave me 'lone or by my lonely when I'm thumbing through
Running dog sh*t up, the only way is towards a million
Runtz turned me to a Skywalker, got some force up in me
Shoot through whatever, feel like Kobe with the [?]
Catch me jack catching in yo hood, I got bored with giffies
Sleeve Nash, I'll pass this b*t*h, I got scorers with me
Punched the wrong size Amiris, never mind, they sorta fit me
Two thousand beans, he ain't gon' count 'em, we gon' short him sixty
I think all my opps forgot that I got the torch in Ypsi
I'ma see a mill before I'm fifty
I can run it up, I do it swiftly
Huh, left that n***a red, we named him "Trippie"
Incognito in the store, I'm sliding giffies
It ain't no one hitter quitter, BINs smack for combos
At the self-scanner dunking chips [?]
b*t*h said I'm cheating, like, I swear I been at the condo
Sent her on jack trip and told that b*t*h stack it pronto
Dame Time, what you need? I'll always come through in a clutch
n***as broke for Christmas, tell yo mama that you need a crutch
If my b*t*h look through my phone, she gon' beat me up
Seen he had a little dilly chain, got my piece from Hutch
I caught him out with girly, that's not his b*t*h
Flat booty b*t*h, I won't ever switch
Big Balenciaga Track.2s, she can't spell my kicks
Flashy f**ker, I'll up some blues for the hell of it
Baby, let me get between, they won't know I hit
Dawg swear he getting money, I ain't notice it
New method hit for 2K, this b*t*h so legit
That lil' b*t*h got a hundred bodies, you was 'posed to hit
I really had her in a room hitting notes and sh*t
You ain't never shot a gun but posting sticks
A hundred dollar eighth, you don't smoke this sh*t
A thousand dollar pistol, you don't toke this blick
b*t*h, aye
A hundred dollar eighth, you don't smoke this sh*t
A thousand dollar pistol, you don't toke this blick
Aye, sh*ttyBoyz
