I'll be the Swift Run, your love and mission can feel like a piston Shocked brown, she now long on her purse, just got a lipstick My stock rise like ball street cousin Y'all matched the rollie billboard and time swear break To those that actually know me, ho, we pissed I still get smothered as I tip, brown liquor nights We fighting over nothing, niggas slip, snatch rings, cubans Take off that bracelet, why you at it? Who built for static, but keep it smooth, then the fabric Could that cool, you sweat a biggy ball, that's my feel like little sees Forgetting what the f***