Twista - Swagga Like A Dopeboy lyrics

Ya dig? Twista baby Swagger like a dope boy, eye full of sky, all I see is turquoise I be holdin and I'm rollin with the murk boys, stuntin with a pocket full of C-notes boy Uh - it's the Twista, I'm back to work, when you see me talkin sh** I get to act berserk Treat a b**h like a n***a then smack her first then treat a n***a like a b**h and then snatch her purse Ah, I still do it, listen to the beat and blow k** to it Come up with some sh** that make a n***a act up and a b**h wanna pop that pill to it Chi-Town get buck, so don't f** with them cause they will do it Them VD's and Stones'll put it straight in your dome, I know conservatives'll make real fluid n***az yellin "Almighty boy," hammer co*ked back like The Mighty Thor (Avengin) the d**h of a night before, like the gangstas'll do when they ignitin war And the Windy City dreadheads, spray up your house and leave your bed red Lay out your casket with your bedspread and leavin everybody f**in with the Greg[?] dead Cause I cain't go; codeine, swag, c**aine flow Feelin better when everything is in slow-mo, cheddar with a methamphetamine, no joke Uh - gotta let you know boy, for the beef dope must be the antidote boy I wear my gold like a pimp do, and I got the low-key demeanor of a coke boy [Chorus:] And my - swagger like a dope boy (swagger like a dope boy)... Swagger like a dope boy, st-st-stuntin with a pocket full of C-notes boy Swagger like a dope boy, like a dope boy, like a dope boy Swagger like a dope boy, st-st-stuntin with a pocket full of C-notes boy Swagger like a dope boy (swagger like a dope boy) Halloween in the Phantom or a Ghost boy Got my shooters in the club with the toast boy, gunnin if they catch you comin too close boy Yes; hit his head with the back of the gun, Jordans on and they sportin the spectacular ones Robbin jeans with the front up in the back of the tongue, and I got some drama for you if you askin for some Uh, I know some n***az that'll rob for a livin (yea) I know some b**hes that'll slob for the k**in (yea) Some people that don't wanna starve so they dealin with a cost for the peelin, sh** is hard for a villain I know some n***az that say they would, but I'd rather f** with them cause their 'fetti good (yeah) Steak and shrimp in first cla** flights and ride in Bentley coupes cause every day they jux (Woo!) When the b**hes see us comin they be lookin like "There they go" (they go) (Woo!) When we see the police comin they be lookin like "Where they go?" (they go) Stayin low in them Louis Vuitton shoes, Hermes belt with the Cavallis on To another party and they polly strong, swag on them haters is what I be on Uh - how I'm walkin in the sh** that I be wearin, make 'em all wanna do it like me (like me) Make the b**hes start trippin on their man when they see me in the Gucci white tee (white tee) In the whip so gross boy, I do thangs, two chains on the throat boy Cause I, be throwin money like the ballers do, and I got the low-key demeanor of a coke boy (yeah) [Chorus]