Kidd Swagg - Y.N.O.M lyrics

[Verse 1] These cubes in my ears kinda look like ice sickles Choppin' at a dime locked her in my phone as two nickles f** a 9 to 5 bro my job is to spit it lethal Swag is as young and used to ghost ride my tricycle Im so that sh** and you so not it My flow nasty like a black light in a Motel 6 And if a b**h ain't trynna act right then I'm off that b**h f** that sh**, ho you can s** my dick HUH! I'm on a jet, son feelin' like I'm Elroy b**h I do it big like a anabolic steroid Swaggin' on you nothin' a**, fakin' a** f*g boys Five grams in a joint, ridin' in a Jag boy (?) when I do my sh** Poppin' like a pistol in Compton at 2 AM Countin' profit, b**hes topless cause of who I am Olympic 7's on my feet oohEE! God damn I know you n***as see it, a n***a gettin' on And in a minute, yeah my money gon' be hella long Poppin bottles with some models smokin' out the bong Cause weed, money and women, we seem to get along This is verbal gymnastics Flippin' your ears while I'm up like a vertical axis Sophistication for you dumb f**s Blunt twisted up like Jackie swingin' a nunchuck [Verse 2] I be goin' dummy like a manikin Keep a chick with some titties like Pamela Anderson Faded cause I'm smokin' and sippin' up on this can of gin Pockets lookin' obese, money full of glycogen Swag wet like hydrogen mixed with oxygen Chiefin' like an indian, but I ain't wearin' moccasins I'm poppin' when I pop it in, I make her call me poppy then I take it out and stick it in, deep in her esophagus BOOM, I'm the bomb like Osama bin, Laden Yeah I'm somethin' that you never been Blowin' trees like the f**in' Santa Ana winds I hope she know I'm bout' to f**, I'll probly never call again I was wearin J's when n***as still was wearin' Tims Yeah I know I'm fairly odd but no I'm not the Crimson Chin Yeah b**h I get it in and when I'm done I pull it out and let my kids run down her chin