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swagonometry - fanny pak lyrics

swagonometry lyrics
[intro: yung jizz]
oh sh*t
ok, ok, ok
f*nny pak
let’s go
ay, ay, ay, ay
*please don’t call the cops*

[verse 1: yung jizz]
y’all tryna make it to mars
i’m tryna get in ur*n*s
my posse is a bunch of clowns
now you know what insane is
now you know how i’m aiming
monny, chucky, johnny hockey
now you know who the flames are
they benched me i turned into a star
you b*tch made, you a f*cking mark, mark
or whatever the f*ck your name is
i been acting heinous
ever since i hit the stages
i ain’t playing, i’m no kid
i can handle any rapper in the game except for jid
or is is j.i.d. (huh)
i have no idea (d*mn)
guess i’ll see ya when i see ya, look
i’mma watch the world burn
while sitting between two ferns
like i’m zach galifianakis
b*tch i’m coming back at ya
with a murdеrous passion
in a venomous fashion
i pull up to our mansion
i pull back my ratchet
i hope you ain’t lacking
put thе money in the bag and dip
went from eating chips and salad
to counting up my balance
sipping out a chalice
in my palace
this life you can’t have it
you been lacking talent
met this b*tch at a gala
now we f*cking like bunnies
she a wascally wabbit
she ain’t texting me back
so now i’m getting blasted
and i’m getting smashed
now i’m lashing out and i’m smashing sh*t
the tv and the cabinet (aah!)
damaging, throwing fits, acting kinda lit
the bank found out the money that i stole was counterfeit
the f*ck is this? (the f*ck?)
who’s the snitch?
you a b*tch (b*tch)
make sure your service won’t be candle lit
so dark, pitch black, real sh*t
this some real sh*t and you better believe that
or i’ll break both of your kneecaps
oh you think i’m capping?
i ain’t capping (i ain’t playing)
i’ll roundhouse kick and twist your cap off
you are that soft, i’mma take off (woo!, god d*mn)
[verse 2: lil cuck & yung jizz]
i’mma get the bag (bag)
yeah yeah yeah
i’mma pop some tags (tags)
yeah yeah yeah
i’m just counting stacks (stacks)
yeah yeah yeah
i’mma pull the tracks (tracks)
yeah yeah yeah
fake n*ggas wildin’ (wildin’)
fake n*ggas cap (cap)
fake n*ggas say they got n*ggas watch they back (watch they back)
i’mma bring the strap (strap)
you can bring your gat (gat)
see who in a shootout is really gonna last
always on my toes (toes)
watch for uno, dos (dos)
pop a n*ggas throat (throat)
who always do the most (most)
i can’t trust no b*tch (can’t trust no b*tch)
who just smoked my sh*t? (smoked my sh*t)
she gon’ need her own weed if she gon’ get this d*ck (get this d*ck)
i got hoes (i got hoes)
so many hoes (so many hoes)
i got hoes for my hoes who don’t know i hoe (know i hoe)
i got global hoes (global hoes)
that’s geography
every shape of hoe
swagonometry
*laughs*

- fanny pak lyrics

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