My Swisher Sweet, But My Sig Sauer

As I walk the motherfuckin' track I got my Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig I got my Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig I got my Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig I got my Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig I got my Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig Fire spitter, wood grain whipper Percs cut out the liquor Drank sipper, fuck a doctor bitch And it's still fuck my liver Head spinner, Dior on my bitches They all 'bout the Benjis Lane switchin', paint drippin' Hope the feds ain't on my pimpin' Caught the flight We done took off, we on Pluto now Walk 'em down His ass fried, he in them pits right now Bounties up Heard they want my head, this ain't GTA NBA, ballin' like I'm Kobe Hella choppa blades Smokin' potent, just put down the potion, I can barely breathe Hennessy colored Mercedes Big body, we came for the cheese Pretty please bitch, I said it once and now you gots to bleed (Uh, uh) Forgis on the truck, when I pull up it's easy (Yeah) Bet these demons see me and they wanna be me (Yeah) I been out my body uptop like a beanie (Yeah) Heard that boy he crazy, he been hot like fevers (Hey) Please don't lose yourself, you ain't never gon' please me I got my Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig I got my Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig Don't give no fucks, I was raised by them goons Came out the womb, I was gripping that tool Kept the Glock .45 in my backpack at school Grey*59 boy and my clique filled with wolves (Sheesh) Sub 8's just to keep my fuckin' mind straight Auto steering and I still can't even drive straight (Skrrt) Eastern bloc, Wetto raising up the crime rate $uicide, bitch, I'm everything your mom hates, yeah G-R-E-Y 'till I die, ay (Grey!) Drug addicts up and down my blood line Chains more flooded than the Lower 9 Hear my battle cry (Ooh, ooh!) It's that DN$ $lick, call the EMS quick Seats color period, paint PMS'ing If them pills pressed then It's still fuck it, I'ma pop 'em From the west of the Huey Where we pop, lock and drop 'em I got my Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig I got my Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig Gimme all your fucking hate Need that shit like yesterday Only way that I'm able to motivate myself "Ruby's such a loser" (Bitch?) Bitch I agree with you, what the hell? Insecurity what I sell, G*59 the cartel G*59 the army, bitch, I'm 'bout to buy a fucking tank East bank bound, bitch, I'm south of the lake Runnin' 'round town everyday like "Wow, Ruby really on the prowl, better pray!" Better take your family somewhere safe I got demons with me, I might let 'em out the cage $uicide live coming at you from the fucking grave Bitch, I hide from the limelight, I'm chillin' in the shade When the time's right I'll be sidelined Pay attention to my eyesight, checkin' highlights Find the future of the *59, get 'em signed Might let 'em shine bright and that's really all I gotta motherfucking say I got my Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig I got my Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig --- My Swisher Sweet, But My Sig Sauer - $uicideboy$