Lyrics 50 Bars, Pt. 4 - Rah Swish

50 Bars, Pt. 4

Nine shots in the Ruger
I step on the court they like, «watch the shooter»
Look (Woo)
One thing for sure, two things for certain (Two things for certain)
I’m in my Birkin (I'm in my Birkin), these niggas clowns belong in a circus
(Yeah)
Wavin' the pole like a phone with no service (Brrrrrt)
Opp nigga funeral shoot up the service (Shoot up the service)
I’m tryna help him see Jesus in person (Yeah)
Snatchin' these babas like niggas was lootin'
So wild look like bitches when they snatchin' purses (Ayy)
NBA, FG, please don’t test me, homie I’m harder than global regents
If he ain’t gang it’s ten K or better, other than that I don’t do features (I
don’t)
Dior runners, heat for the summer (Let's go)
Sun up, gun up, kick like punters
They on my dick so I’m droppin' they shit if you wanted a answer then that shit
summed up (That's it)
Seen some situations where they could’ve finished but it’s obvious them niggas
rookies
Homie I’m real aggressive and I’m really with it, you could try I ain’t never
been pussy
All of these opp niggas makin' diss records, if I see 'em don’t shoot 'em,
I’m chin checkin' (Yeah)
Bitch my name hold weight like I’m bench pressin', they all mad at the Woos
'cause we trendsettin'
I don’t fuck with niggas that fuck with niggas that say they don’t fuck with me
I’m not these other niggas, I don’t love these bitches, baby, don’t put your
trust in me (Yeah)
I only needed some company (Yeah), after I’m done you up and leave
You better pray in a church, it’s a whole lotta smoke if you think about
touchin' me
I know Tony the Ape gon' boom 'em (Boom 'em)
Big NBA we known for shootin' (Shootin')
Fuck with my locs it’s no confusion
Shout out to Sleepy and Sheff they movin' (Hol' on)
R-A-H, same wish, I’m movin' flagrant
Tom Ford, she said she feelin' the fragrance (She do)
Encore, after the movie we makin' (Look)
I call my youngins to score like Tatum
Hot Nine this ain’t no radio station
Cock mine after I up it he racing
Stop sign, no we ain’t stoppin', we take it (Hol' up)
She fell in love 'cause the dick was amazin' (Treesha)
Niggas be pussy and tuckin' they jewelry (Yeah)
I’m in the bush and I spin with the suvy east (Yeah)
Full court press if I go pick mell up (What?)
I been outside it ain’t shit they could do with me (Hol' up)
Signed for some teeth, you ain’t get a big check (Ha)
Shoot up the Garvey party, make a big mess
'Cause I’m with a opp nigga baby moms (Yeah)
She suck my dick and you callin' her princess (Tell me)
She eat the kids and you still go and kiss her (Tell me)
Bands in LA like Kawhi on them Clippers (What?)
Six pack give 'em six shots to his liver (Baow)
Why would you lack sellin' weed in some slippers?
(Ha, look)
Why would you lack sellin' weed in some slippers?
(Hahaha)
Pick 'em up
Pick 'em up
Shots for anybody, pick 'em up
Look, look, look, look