Swole Pocket Shawty

Yo boyfriend's a pimp

He pull up and limp

Got a L

From a realm

Of free funds

I'm ridin' down east

Poster Leon

Your album was trashcan

I roll weed on your album

I'm the first nigga in Atlanta

Put 6 hits on phantom

*swish* *swish*

Big Shot

Try to trade nose up

You done missed out

Big Guwop

*'wop* *'wop*

Bring the trap world

Back for hip hop

*now*now*

Done fooled y'all niggas

Y'all niggas ball small

I ball too loyal

*word*

Chicago royal

Cuz all my cars

Got bot beats on em

And bein in it

With paint on em

Its so good to hold my eat on it

I off a nigga from my office

Track ya ass like a tracklist

Grab ya ass like a chiropractor

Push yo neck and yo back and yo pelvis

I loan ya money with interest

Cuz you ain't in my best interest

I left the clique with injuries

Better pray there were't no memories

I'm number one shoota

Come rent me

I get a nigga wet for a small fee

*whack em*

Smoke a nigga air like a half a p

Then pour me a big cup of coffee

And I'm feelin' like Master P '93

Tell 'er yo *bitch* bitch get off me

Swole Pocket Shawty

I don't wanna be your friend shawty

Tell that girl to come here darling

Go somewhere and have her own party

Now *Now*

You listen, I'm talking

Whatchu gonna do with your friends, shawty?

Got one seat, and more ten, shawty?

You gonna choose me or choose them, shawty

I got that Kobe Bryant Smith'n'Wesson

Shoot first I'm not askin' questions

You'd think this an ole Western

Cuz I got my secret weapon *pow*

Lose your life a split second

Top drop off then boot 'n neck it

Molly got me energetic

Sport fuckin for fifty minute

My, my, my

Like new addition

Voice em in like Mike Duda

I sprung a Benz watchin' tha Simpsons

On crib road I got cruel intentions

Hit El Manor took two??

And I'll flash ya bill with cavendish

Hold my canna, fasta than a grand huh

I don't give a goddamn

Shorts so tight how you get in 'em

I'm the phantom of the opera

Never met Opera

Still ain't find Hoffa

And you don't look hopeful

Spiked out loafers

Mixin' up sodas

Ridin' so drunk

That it look like doda

Tryin' ta see how many

Y'all fit in my roller

Picked her up in the car

She ain't never seen Rover

Niggas is crazy

My watches bipolar

I turn off my music to listen to my motor