Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
Residin in brooklyn and long island//
A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust
So i grab my sandwich and eat it
He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that
I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain
Its ridiculous, the current state of the game
Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top
C'mere slut! (shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)
You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet
And put wack rappers on a island with a chain to the neck
Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building
Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging
These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same
Paint a faint picture of a saint and repaint with a richer mixture of framed fame
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