Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swap It Out , by - Lil Keed. Release date: 24.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Swap It Out |
| Wake up early morning every day and count the check |
| Bad bitches 'round me eatin' drip and givin' neck |
| Book me, need the front end then it’s a bet |
| Choker chain now but next is baguettes |
| Chanel drip up and down our legs |
| Big dawg shit, now your ho wanna pick |
| Percocet pill on me, I don’t even stress |
| Late-night strikin', yeah, my slimes tryna catch |
| Yeah, went straight to the top, nigga, yeah |
| With the same niggas from the sandbox, yeah |
| In a hot top, fuck the drop-top, yeah |
| Make the wrong move, be in slime park, yeah |
| She left her pants and said she left her crop-top, yeah |
| Pull up to your hood then we chop block, yeah |
| Blick got 30, that’s a big Glock, yeah |
| Livin' like the baby on hot block, yeah |
| You haven’t seen anything |
| I swerve in foreign things |
| I’m pullin' all the strings, yeah |
| Y’all rappers all extinct |
| «Keed, talk to 'em,» yeah, she tat' it on her boob |
| Pretty bad shit, rockin' Steve Madden shoes |
| High-top Versace, spend a bag on the shoes |
| Diamond choker water, yeah, Honolulu |
| Yeah, where the bag at? |
| Take your chain, take a stand where the flag at |
| Switchin' lanes, do the dash in a Hellcat |
| Racks to my man Duke, you can’t have that |
| Racks to my ho too, you can’t have that |
| We’ll crack a nigga face like a crab shack |
| Whole lotta Jeffery bands in the hatchback |
| You a plug and got packs, we’ll slatt that, on slime |
| Wake up early morning every day and count the check |
| Bad bitches 'round me eatin' drip and givin' neck |
| Book me, need the front end then it’s a bet |
| Choker chain now but next is baguettes |
| Chanel drip up and down our legs |
| Big dawg shit, now your ho wanna pick |
| Percocet pill on me, I don’t even stress |
| Late-night strikin', yeah, my slimes tryna catch |
| Yeah, went straight to the top, nigga, yeah |
| With the same niggas from the sandbox, yeah |
| In a hot top, fuck the drop-top, yeah |
| Make the wrong move, be in slime park, yeah |
| She left her pants and said she left her crop-top, yeah |
| Pull up to your hood then we chop block, yeah |
| Blick got 30, that’s a big Glock, yeah |
| Livin' like the baby on hot block, yeah |
| Flooded out Rollie, it don’t tick-tock (Flooded out) |
| Money keep comin', don’t shit stop (Shit stop) |
| Fuck around and get me pissed off (Pissed off) |
| Get shot, now you hollerin' like a hit dog (Hollerin' like a hit dog) |
| Fuck if you gangster or not |
| I’m with big slime and they slimin' you out (Slatt) |
| Shit can get ugly for real |
| You don’t got no strap, you can’t come out the house (Come out the house) |
| Niggas been rattin' since kids, they some mice |
| Play with your life just by rollin' the dice (Rollin' the dice) |
| Bitches be broke and they bad |
| My bitches be pretty, they flooded with ice (Flooded with ice) |
| I made a whole lot of cash |
| I walk in the booth and I spit it, I’m nice (Spit it, I’m nice) |
| Boss number one, I think twice |
| Evil lil' nigga, this world is so sheisty |
| Wake up early morning every day and count the check |
| Bad bitches 'round me eatin' drip and givin' neck |
| Book me, need the front end then it’s a bet |
| Choker chain now but next is baguettes |
| Chanel drip up and down our legs |
| Big dawg shit, now your ho wanna pick |
| Percocet pill on me, I don’t even stress |
| Late-night strikin', yeah, my slimes tryna catch |
| Yeah, went straight to the top, nigga, yeah |
| With the same niggas from the sandbox, yeah |
| In a hot top, fuck the drop-top, yeah |
| Make the wrong move, be in slime park, yeah |
| She left her pants and said she left her crop-top, yeah |
| Pull up to your hood then we chop block, yeah |
| Blick got 30, that’s a big Glock, yeah |
| Livin' like the baby on hot block, yeah |