Lyrics #Swipe #Swipe - 09Troup

Gen 5 in my jeans I might just loose my head
.223 gon make him fly put him to bed
Pretty bitches hit my line I give them sex
Swipe, swipe, to the left I'm like who's next?
She got next to me & now she gleam
Swipe, swipe, keep on going til nothing left
Gen 5 underneath this Versace fleece

Pop up out that car & make em bleed
My bro get that pack from A to Z
We well in connection, AT&T
I will get you hit you play with these
My shooter don't speak, he hang in trees
Bad bitch in my face she shaking titties
She thick asl, country ho from the east
Super thin fine shit, she from the city
Gen 5 in my jeans I might just loose my head
What you want from me, there's nothing you can get
Underneath my bed look like I'm Luther Lex
They complaining for they do respect
That couldn't be me just check my streams
I coulda been rich got tired of theft
They tried to tell me "ain't nothing free"
Put green inna cup to stretch the lean
Today I can dressed in new Celine
This TroupReligion a new regime
I keep changing names like who is he
I flip toss a bitch all thru the sheets
She white as the milk but pure as me
She mad as a bitch I do least
Valentines I went brand new coupe for me

Gen 5 in my jeans I might just loose my head
.223 gon make him fly put him to bed
Pretty bitches hit my line I give them sex
Swipe, swipe, to the left I'm like who's next?
She got next to me & now she gleam
Swipe, swipe, keep on going til nothing left
Gen 5 underneath this Versace fleece

In the A I'm the one who they wanna see
That's yo bitch but she claim that she want me
In the back of the truck with a B.P
Switch
How I pull off, I bet you can't catch me
This yo ho mhm
I, I got that cash mhm
Yo bitch wanna fuck, bet I dash mhm
I pull up and get on they ah mhm

I count up some money my hands aggy
Gen in my pants why they baggy
Different designer, Switch looking tacky
Bump to his face, like some fucking acne
I'm catching plays like a fucking athlete
Make that boy run like a fucking track meet
Pussy boy want smoke he better @ me
These bows & the drac' inna fucking backseat

Gen 5 in my jeans I might just loose my head
.223 gon make him fly put him to bed
Pretty bitches hit my line I give them sex
Swipe, swipe, to the left I'm like who's next?
She got next to me & now she gleam
Swipe, swipe, keep on going til nothing left
Gen 5 underneath this Versace fleece