Walk wit ya type (feat. Dsosa & Bankrollzane) - Swayy

Startin' fresh baby, you know what I mean Huh, bitch (Cookin Soul) Huh, bitch I steps in the mo, where the hoes at, baby? Yeah, yeah I steps in the mo, where the hoes at? Huh I want a girl with extensions in her hair Skin tight pants, muff print, no underwear A Fendi bag and a bad attitude, huh She give me head in a Carrera and cruise She addicted to the D-boyz talking that street slang That keep the dick up in her 2 feet in the D game Standing on the bus stop, mama hold my bag of rocks Jumped up out that hooptie, this summer baby we in the drop Spend it and flaunt it, take your pick however you want it Don't mind bitches, my side bitches not your opponents They simply leasing this penis baby, but I'm the owner My Compton bitch heard polices raid me in California So I done cut a lot of hoes off I activate this Actavis so I can dose off And I don't argue with no bitch, I set that straight from the gate Bet all my mack and moneymakers relate I'm just a player, baby That's why it's money over bitches I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at, baby? That's why it's money over bitches I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at? It's always money over bitches I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at, baby? That's why it's money over bitches I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at? This might be hard as it get I bought an ounce on the first like it was part of my rent I'm in Paris drinking Moët, thank God for this shit 'Cause I'm from South Central, baby, pardon my French Yeah, I know ball players, James Harden and shit Cash a check in New York at the Garden and shit Heard The Yellow Album, now she part of the clique West side get the money yea we started this shit Oh, you getting head now, look, I taught her this shit This nigga treat her like she your daughter and shit Type of nigga golfing with her father and shit Found out I was fucking, he was bothered a bit I'm a cool nigga, it's not a problem to switch Look you in yo' face, what type of problem is this? Caught him on the chin then he stumbled a bit The right then left niggas rumbled and shit I got on red, bet he think I'm from the jungles and shit Nasty like my brother named Jungle and shit Ay, Other People Money make double and shit This me and gangster, Gibbs, you in trouble, ya dig? That's why it's money over bitches I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at, baby? That's why it's money over bitches I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at? It's always money over bitches I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at, baby? That's why it's money over bitches I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at?

What is this I heard you got a new miss Just broke up so You know that i'm pissed They say you're faithful I don't believe that shit, oh no oh no Oh i tried to act like i don't care But it doesn't seem fair You're so good to her And i tried to pretend i don't see All the things that you do You couldn't do for me I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right Now you got another girl in yo life Giving her love all day all night I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right So i hear I met the wench before (Yeah i remember that time We went to pizza hut And you told me she Was your cousin) I hear you learned to open doors (When did you become such a damn gentlemen) Oh i tried to act like i don't care But it doesn't seem fair Your so good to her And i tried to pretend that i didn't see All the things that you do You couldn't do for me I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right Now you got another girl in your life Giving her live all day all night I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause ya dont wanna Treat me right What does she do to you To make you give her everything Like you never did for me Call it jealousy But it's killing me Cause all that time When you were mine You didn't treat me right No no, no you didn't treat me right No no no I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right (treat me right) I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right Now you got another girl in yo life Giving her love all day all night I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right I was in love I, I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right You didn't want to treat me right All day and night What the hell wit ya

Grrah, like, it's that Sha Gz nigga Y'all niggas know whats goin' on, nigga Every O shot, everything flocked (War's Too Nasty) Suck my dick, nigga (Mmm, nah) Grrah, like (Turn that up, Young Madzz) Grrah, like Mr. Get-Gritty, I stay with my G, like I'm tryna hop out and creep Put that dot on his feet, put dot on his tee, then he go I had 'em runnin' on feet Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep? Like They playin' hide and go seek, llike Fuck Cobby, reverse the V Smoke too much Notti (Notti), don't see how we see Fuck Dotty, like, he was on E (Bobby) Fuck Bobby, like, he should have read (Dotty) Like, I don't care if the cops on the streets (Suck my dick) I'm tryna up it and throw at his Ski (Hol' on) Catch EK, stay with ya G (Stay with ya G, nigga) Like, y'all niggas really OT (Suck my dick) Switch lanes, who drivin' better than me? (Wait, like what?) Watch out, I'm tryna dump out the V (Bow-bow-bow) Like, grrah, grrah Flick on the beam, put the dot on his bitch Like, hold on, I'm tryna flock on the Mitch (Grrah-grrah) Charlie, Zay, all in my spliff, like Nazzy, Rippy, dead right in piss (Suck my dick) Throw to my mans, now they dead, fuck a Rip (Rippy) Like, that boy laced, tryna get him, he slipped (Bobby) Nigga died in the back of the truck, not the whip, like (Hol' on) Like, like, I'm tryna blitz, like (Hol' on), like, like Jump at his bitch (C-Hii) Bend through they block, hit em' and dip, like (Don't run, don't—) He tried to run, but that nigga tripped (Hol' on), like, grrah We rearrange him and dip (Bow-bow), like nah That nigga just tryna diss (Bow-bow-bow) We gon' hop out that OJ (Like), bendin' through both ways (Suck my dick), if he move wock, I'ma up it and— Mr. Get-Gritty, I stay with my G, like I'm tryna hop out and creep Put that dot on his feet, put dot on his tee, then he go I had 'em runnin' on feet Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep? Like They playin' hide and go seek, like Fuck Cobby, reverse the V Smoke too much Notti, don't see how we see (Fuck Dotty, like, he was on E) (Bobby) (Fuck Bobby, like, hop out and creep) (Dotty) (Put that dot on his feet, put dot to his tee, then he go) (I had 'em runnin' on feet) (Hold on) (Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep?) (See EK) Like (They playin' hide and go seek) (Suck my dick) (Like, fuck Cobby, reverse the V) (Smoke too much Notti, don't see how we see) (Grrah-grrah, like)