Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swing My Door, artist - Yung StakksDate of issue: 19.11.2020
Song language: English
Swing My Door |
| It ain’t my fault you broke |
| But its prolly my fault ya bitch telling you no |
| Do she think she my bitch prolly I don’t even know |
| Lil bitch for everybody she done turned to a hoe bitch |
| Like Gucci bitch swing my doe |
| If they got them for the high ima sell the for the low |
| They was barely gettin by tricking off on them hoes |
| I was bossed up in the cut checking roll |
| Serving that pack give and go |
| 1st 48 wipe his nose |
| Busted a few heads up the road |
| I got some quality lows |
| Exotic pack go for the 4 |
| I gotta keep me a pole |
| Use to heat up th crib with the stove |
| Me & Wop us to sleep on the floor |
| Early morning up trafficking zones |
| Selling kds off the phone |
| My mama knew what I was on |
| I had to get us some dough |
| Cuz all my damn life I was broke |
| They sent shots but yeah we up the score |
| Reup ever week at the store |
| Work my wrist turnt a two to a four |
| Pull up real fast like Batman man nigga |
| Yung got on two watches they like that man ignorant |
| Pull up in a demon but my shoes they some Christians |
| Amiri my jeans this ain’t h&m denim |
| Pulling up deep like we came in a sprinter |
| See u in traffic send shots at yo window |
| And I’m owning these cars I’m too old for a rental |
| I triple the boxes that’s just how I send them |
| Bout 8 to 10 cases be gone in a jiffy |
| I widing the body |
| Gwag with the lift kit |
| Limo the tint so my dick she gone kiss it |
| Couple shots of tequila got her finna risk it |
| But she can’t resist cuz my neck n my wrist lit |
| Youngest lil nigga that’s popping that big shit |
| Niggas to old to be hating how i kick it |
| Niggas still be going out bad bout these bitch |
| It ain’t my fault you broke |
| But its prolly my fault ya bitch telling you no |
| Do she think she my bitch prolly I don’t even know |
| Lil bitch for everybody she done turned to a hoe bitch |
| Like Gucci bitch swing my doe |
| If they got them for the high ima sell the for the low |
| They was barely gettin by tricking off on them hoes |
| I was bossed up in the cut checking roll |
| Rocking Louie feel like Gucci when I swang my door aye |
| Ain’t did no shows |
| But I’m in a Rolls and I’m rocking rose gold |
| Gang we still havin lows and exotic bows |
| We gone sell them hoes whole |
| None but a hundred pack if it ain’t that get ya money back |
| Sike fuck nigga I know you loving that |
| All sales final aye |
| I’m vintage like Vinyl aye aye |
| I’m rich call me Lionel |
| He tried to run from the FN them bitches went right through his spinal |
| I don’t be feeling entitled but all of my whips got a title |
| And I don’t fake kick it with niggas so I make it clear I don’t like you |
| Big GHerbo twelves on the whips no turbo |
| I don’t know if Cali gone work though |
| All winter tryna where fur coats aye aye |
| I’m rocking drip out of Bergdorf |
| I’m on the block with my shirt off |
| Hop in a Lamb and skirt off |
| Ain’t shit I spam or murk off |
| I’m getting too rich for this life |
| Homie a bitch he wouldn’t meant for this life |
| Sometimes I almost get sick of this life |
| But it I’m trippin I’m living alive |
| Niggas be hating they living with strife |
| Youngin too savage they living it trife |
| Pistol ain’t near me get hit with these knife |
| Breathe and he twitch and get hit with it twice |
| 1st 48 wipe his nose |
| Busted a few heads up the road |
| I got sum quality lows |
| Exotic pack go for the 4 |
| Use to heat up the crib with the stove |
| I gotta keep me a pole |