Swipey - Ewww Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Swipeyyy Squad Boys (Aye Aye) And this another n***a beat by the way, but its murder Aye Aye [Verse 1] Let's play cops and robbers Squad boy sh**, you tryna cop we robbing Hit his a** with the shooka shaka it go blaca blaca eat him up Chewbacca (damn) Gun louder than Wocka Flocka, if I catch an oppa he gon need a doctor And you ain't gotta ask the doctor you can ask Maury I am not the father I guess the little b**h just need a father; I'm just tryna f** I don't mean to bother Cut a n***a up like the barber Smoking good green I'm not a farmer Smoking dope just like a Rasta n***a running wrong, turn his face to pasta Have bro go crack his lobster, cuz his sh**'s dreaded up like Max from Shottas Like a suit and tie, I'm too proper I'm the best that ever did it, I'm 2Pac big papa (Aye) Squad Boys we the new show-stoppers Pull up so damn fly think the feds want to rob us Testing me tell em watch yo wonkers Tell em three black trucks; Who is that, Obama? Wrap him up and take him down to the harbor We gon' toss him in the water like that boy Osama Long neck I've been told I'm a llama I could never be a zero unless you add 3 commas p**y boy don't want no drama Want the money, money, money; Mr. Crabs with the dollas (bands) Big Swipe I get more neck than a collar Make your main thing holla' in the back of a Honda (damn) Running plays, I feel like Aaron Rodgers Two twin b**hes with me they like "Go on Rodger" (doh) Want your b**h back try a little harder Boy I beat the p**y up like I play for the Dodgers Come here tryna rob a robber You'll be Sorry for The Wait like Dwayne Carter Fish scale flow, hold the tarter Muddy cup full of ant yo mama Lean lean f**ing up my pasta Swear to God before I die I pray I f** Rihanna So tell Riri that I'm a rude boy, I'm a fool boy, tote the tool boy Pocket full of paper, I feel like a school boy I'm a jerk, I feel like a new boy Make it rain, better watch the news boy When I'm at school they treat me like the new boy Tryna steal my swag I'ma have to sue boy I'm bloody red, you a Blues Clues boy (Blood) You a fruit boy, without the loop boy You a p**y in the hat, you a Doctor Suess boy Sick of b**hes thinking I need some soup boy You say you balling, but where's your hoop boy? Run 'em down be like [?] a loop boy I get jammed up, I'm a out like hoop boy Cars, and trucks, and bikes, and coups boy If she don't f**, she get the boot boy You get the boot, like stomp the yard girl Then again she want to be a squad girl Squad Boys welcome to the squad world f** the Ops this could never be our world We the South Side, yeah I'm in Upper Marlboro If you ain't from here you can't come here We so smart but act so dumb here 12-year-olds be toting drums here Dirty Swipe b**h I don't know nada Fendi, Louis, Gucci, Prada Feed her dick got her calling me dada I still don't call her baby cuz' I'm no father In the back seat smoking on Ganja Call you son, cuz' I'm f**ing your mama Call you nephew, like I'm f**ing your auntie Grant her wish like Cosma Wanda (you little b**h) k** a n***a I would do the honor Like, f** the judge and f** your honor n***as hot like they live in a sauna Remix this sh** like DJ Drama Beat the pack 'till it turn to a Honda Snake me out I come back like comma No more "lujah" just a whole bunch of Holla I'm nothing like the rest, we got nothing in common (no)