Lyrics SWANTON BOMB - MaKalani

Yeah
This for the real ones right here
Anybody that been let down in they life, forreal
Oh my god, is that Lowlife

Ay, life too short to worried bout a bitch
I'm in LV, middle finger pose for my pics
Bitch it's Lani Worrld nigga, he too cold for this shit
Head up, standing tall, ten toes in the bitch

Bitch I'm outta state, getting hella blowed on these trips
She got a bald pussy, see the Amber Rose in this bitch
She a bad hoe, doing hella strokes in her ribs
Brody tryna get a bag, I'ma coach him so he win

Make yo bitch fall in love, she get a dabble of this potion
By myself chasing money, God the only the one that's coaching
I don't listen to the devil, he be creepin' on my shoulder
He got 2020 vision, bet this choppa lose his focus

Got my foot on the pedal, I'ma keep the bag in motion
Bitch don't come into my life with them silly ass emotions
If she really fuck with me then I'ma treat her like a token
When I get a fuckin' mil I'ma keep my haters posted

Swanton Bomb in the pussy when I splash down
Never hit it raw but I make sure I lay the smack down
Give me my respect or I'ma fuckin' break the glass down
Rappin in the stu, I wasn't thinkin' bout no cap and gown (Hell nah)

I can have the last laugh now
How ironic, back in grade school I was the class clown
Used to be a lover, all I think about is racks now
Pull her tracks out, feel like Yeezy when I spaz out (When I spaz out)

What the fuck you think you finna do?
You say and do a lot of bullshit, cappin through his tooth
I'ma push the pedal to the metal if I'm in a coupe
Screaming at the mic like Nirvana when I'm in the booth

Internet niggas, I feel shade when I'm in the room
Hip to these hoes, so don't take for another fool
Niggas really bitches, they don't get it so I'm bouta loop
(Niggas really bitches, they don't get it so I'm bouta loop)

Throw a couple bands in they face make them feel dumb
Pullin' up with white low dunks, them is not One's
I ain't seen you at no cook outs, bro you is not cuz
Talk like you infinity and beyond, bro you is not buzz

Bro with the strap on FaceTime tryna kill something
You ain't tryna help yo man's out, you a real bum
Swear I had to get called broke to get my money up
99 problems, one reason I don't give a fuck

Swanton Bomb in the pussy when I splash down
Never hit it raw but I make sure I lay the smack down
Give me my respect or I'ma fuckin' break the glass down
Rappin in the stu, I wasn't thinkin' bout no cap and gown (Hell nah)

I can have the last laugh now
How ironic, back in grade school I was the class clown
Used to be a lover, all I think about is racks now
Pull her tracks out, feel like Yeezy when I spaz out (When I spaz out)

Don't get it twisted, this rap shit is mine, motherfucker
It's not a fuckin' game
Fuck what you heard