Swing My Door - Yung Stakks, G Herbo

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