served my chip three times Jam they dumb ass Slid the piece Slimeball in heaven, Ru Jeff, Rez in that bitch Same receipt Fuck you need nigga, your motherfuckin' manager? This fake ID nigga, official as hell bitch Fuck is you talkin' about? Ayy niggas what's the fuckin' deal my baby? [Verse 1] Ayy, chunky forty, that's a BB-dub, yeah Like Fear Factor, make you eat these slugs, yeah Mad as hell, caught a CC-dub, yeah High as a bitch, I couldn't even run Blue strips, buy the kids ice cream with the ones, huh Free my cuddy Tone, middle finger to the judge, yeah Just can't forgive him, walk around with a grudge Shit not that simple, took a nigga that I love, yeah Pay a stack for the slacks, that was light Yeah, bitch say she love me, oh that's nice Yeah, startin' to feel like all these hoes trife Yeah, fuck around and lost hope on a wife, yeah Ayy, travel 'cross the world, punchin' flights Take me to where I ain't gotta clutch at lights Yeah, tryna ease the pain with this pint, yeah Yeah, tryna ease the pain with this ice First heatbreak, ain't have shit to do with bitches Got my brother in that system, ever since, shit been different Turned a nigga savage, ever since I been trippin' Still smile but I'm hurtin', numb the pain with the liquor Numb the pain with the chicken, forty came with extensions The clip like jelly how it hang from the biscuit, dog Just be patient, it's gon' take a lil' minute When you get it out the mud and don't change on your niggas, yeah Most these cops crooked, fuck these hospitals Ambulance took an hour just to get to my nigga We're just countin' bands, blowin' on the block chillin' Make us wanna hang out with them TEC's like a side nigga, yeah Made me wanna blow a nigga, that's on God Know exactly how Digga feelin' 'bout Vom Gucci, I'ma treat your brother like he mine Blowin' 'Woods, me and Don, see the pain in his eyes, yeah Fuck a hook, this off the heart, fuck a book Fuck her puss, I'm aimin' for her chin like an uppercut I ain't matched the last four, I got lazy punchin' up Flirtin' with the cashier, ugly bitch, dumb as fuck, ayy Stupid nigga tryna scrap, nigga punch these slugs Bitch went from a ten to a six when I bust my nut Lord fuck my enemies, protect me from the ones I trust Yeah, feel like Cartier, nigga add me up Oliver Tree “Swing & A Miss' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified      [Chorus] Yeah, I hope niggas don't think they invincible, yeah Big four-five turn 'em invisible Used to say no new niggas, only originals, yeah But day ones'll get to switchin' too Yeah, bust a fat nut, bitch what you finna do? Hmm, seven hundred dollars on some tennis shoes, yeah BeBe Kidd, bitch I bend the rules I wasn't even 'posed to be here, this a miracle, yeah [Verse 2] Ayy, nigga why you like this bitch? Her head terrible My bitch head so fire, she need Theraflu Get a body in this bitch like a parachute Word around, I'm a dog, damn I never knew Starin' at me while she suckin', bitch I'm scared of you They got my dog in the pen like Chris Jericho For them blues and them oranges like Syracuse Free my niggas, huh, we them niggas Out the way, ain't tryna see you niggas Hate to be you niggas, 'cause we hit all y'all hoes, huh Y'all could fuck ours too, we don't give a fuck Niggas cryin' over hoes, I let my nigga fuck I been tryna keep shit cool but niggas weak as fuck Cuffin' on these nat nats, hair cheap as fuck She let us all in her mouth like she eatin' subs Countin' money while she suck it just to geek her up Yeah, might get a new wig if you keep this up Just need the bitch for one day like a teacher sub Hit me and passin' out sticks like a piece of gum That bag on me, clip curled like a Cheeto puff Yeah, used to use the microwave for hot water Now I'm ballin' state to state, feel like Pop Warner All these motherfuckin' clips, feel like Blockbuster All these punches in this bitch, feel like Ike Turner [Chorus] Yeah, I hope niggas don't think they invincible, yeah Big four-five turn 'em invisible Used to say no new niggas, only originals, yeah But day ones'll get to switchin' too Yeah, bust a fat nut, bitch what you finna do? Hmm, seven hundred dollars on some tennis shoes, yeah BeBe Kidd, bitch I bend the rules I wasn't even 'posed to be here, this a miracle Embed About Have the inside scoop on this song? Sign up and drop some knowledge Start the song bio Ask us a question about this song Ask a question * No questions asked yet BeBe Kidd 2 (2018) Cash Kidd 1. Say Less 2. BeBe 3. Pray (Remix) 4. Disappointed (Unreleased) 5. Money (Unreleased) 6. Zorbas (Remix) 7. In My Bag (Unreleased) 8. Privileges 9. Illustrator 10. I Told You (Unreleased) 11. 7444 12. Head Start 13. Text Now (Unreleased) 14. I’m On (Remix) 15. Holding Back Tears (Unreleased) 16. I Got One (Unreleased) 17. Never Forgive Em (Unreleased) 18. 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