[Intro]
Yung SwizZle
[Verse 1: Yung Boy]
Yung SwizZle made the beat, so ya'll need to take a seat
Pop a pill and make a b**h feel like a number one
When she's a number two, f** that b**h with my brews
Yeah we out, we popping brews, we turned up with a young b**h with the crew
Three hundred million, hundred million dollar wrist, yeah
Young JoJo came to the crib
Three hundred million dollars, that's how we live
We pop pills in the hills and then we f** a bi-bi-bi-b**h
Hey, YRS made it, three hundred million dollars, yeah b**h I just paid it
f** any debt, b**h, I don't f** with the police
I don't f** with the government, turn my sh** into some seats
Yeah, we sitting on my lawn chair, pull up a Porsche
f** a b**h real quick, gold in the horse
Yeah, I got toes made of gold, got b**h made of gold
Platinum b**h, onyx gold, yeah
Yeah, gold iPhone on me
I feel like Q Miller, ghostwrite for Drake
I feel like Bryson Tiller, pop a pill in Yale University
With a b**h who wants to turn with me upwards, yee, yee
[Verse 2: Yung Rich SwizZle]
SwizZle bout to spit some heat, take my talents to South Beach
Yeah Miami Heat
LBJ is the king, Steph Curry is the splash boy
Heat, heat, heat, beep, beep, beep, s** my dick b**h, on my feet
On my feet, on my feet
Oriental a** influence, got SwizZ and my samurai sword
Got my samurai sword in ya hoe, got my samurai sword in ya hoe
I'm the bushido king, bushido, bu-bushido
Di-bu-bu-bu-bu-bushi, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oriental rugs, oriental plugs, oriental plugs
Oriental, oriental, oriental d**
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, opium
Obama is the boy, he is my only black friend
He's the boy
He, he, he, he just put the most fire album out, yee, yee, yee, yee, yee, yee
[Verse 3: Yung Rich SwizZle]
'didas on my feet, 'didas on my feet
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, 'didas on my feet
Greek mythology, I'm Zeus, b**h, I'm Zeus, b**h
Lightening bolt, lightening bolt, that's what I wield as my sword, lightening bolt
Zeus, Zeus, Zeus, I am Zeus, I f** your b**h in the caboose, 'boose
Got my dinosaur b**h on a Thursday, f** your b**h on a Tuesday
Day, day, day, day, day, day, day, day, day, day, day
[Verse 4: Yung Rich SwizZle]
Yeah, hey, gang-gang, bang, bang, bang
Oyster perpetual on my wrist, golden b**h all over my sh**
Wing wang on my b**h, yeah, yeah, f** that sh**
Eating some fried rice, eating some friend rice while I f** some b**h who's hella nice
Pull up in a skrrt-skrrt Rolls Royce
Yeah, Rolex in a Roll Royce
f** a b**h, eat a California Roll
Royce da 5'9 came to the motherf**ing crib, and I said "your album s**"
No one cares about DJ Premier, that sh** is hella old
f** a b**h, yeah, I don't f** with mold
That's why I don't like blue cheese, pop a pill and smoke some trees
Yeah, driving in the breeze, pop a pill and eat some brie
Eating Cheeseboard Pizza
f** a b**h in the a**, I don't need a Visa
Yeah, she don't take no credit card
She just took me to the bar and said "purchase some f**ing drinks or else"
And I said "what this f** is this? I thought you were a hooker for me"
"are you sticking me up?" and she said "No no"