Giuseppe Swag lyrics

[Hook]
All of these drugs in my system
All of these b*tches on b*tches
I got the guns in the kitchen
All of these drugs in the kitchen
All of this mud in the pitcher
All of these b*tches remixing
Hold on lil baby let's get it
Hold on lil baby let's get it
I feel like Tony Montana, ohh
I feel like Bob with the hammer
These n*ggas playing
pus*y n*gga playing, I leave the lil n*gga in slammer
b*tch I might just do the dab
b*tch I might just smoke the gas
pus*y lil n*gga, he mad
Pardon my Giuseppe swag

[Verse 1]
Come with the K, come with the K and I spray
pus*y lil n*gga he playing, bet the lil n*gga gon' lay
I want my chips, they calling me Frito-Lay
Hey, I want the dope, I need it like andale, andale
Whole lot of ice on my wrist
Damn, look at lil b*tch
I come in there with these bricks
They say I look like a lick
pus*y lil n*gga get fixed
I feel like Bob the Builder
Smoking Backwoods yelling, "Timber!"
I'ma take off in September
Baby girl know she remember
I introduced you to realness
Dammit I know you gon' feel this
Drinking and shipping No Ceilings
Damn, my b*tch she rolling, rolling, rolling
Straight off a pill and, I really just want a million
I really just want a million
Ayy, n*gga playing but they know I keep that K
I ain't slime, but I might just wipe your face
All of these xannies, man, I can't even feel my face
I'm the man, like, "Hip-Hip Hooray!
[Hook]
All of these drugs in my system
All of these b*tches on b*tches
I got the guns in the kitchen
All of these drugs in the kitchen
All of this mud in the pitcher
All of these b*tches remixing
Hold on lil baby let's get it
Hold on lil baby let's get it
I feel like Tony Montana, ohh
I feel like Bob with the hammer
These n*ggas playing
pus*y n*gga playing, I leave the lil n*gga in slammer
b*tch I might just do the dab
b*tch I might just smoke the gas
pus*y lil n*gga, he mad
Bust down my Giuseppe swag

[Verse 2]
Whole lotta b*tches, a whole lotta drugs
Whole lotta b*tches, they all show me love
Whole lotta b*tches I cannot show love
These b*tches birds, but my b*tches doves
Look at my muhf*ckin' eyes
n*gga you better think twice
Need to consider your life
n*gga consider your life
Hey, that's your main b*tch
Damn, that's your main b*tch
Damn, I f*ck on your b*tch
She sucked it she giving me hickies
Damn, I'm feeling so sick
Swear to God, feeling so sick
Damn, this ice on my wrist, I feel like I'm up in December
Ayy, what do you n*gga want from me?
pus*y, I said it, I don't play
Xannies, really I can't feel my face
I'm the man, like, "Hip-Hip Hooray!
[Hook]
All of these drugs in my system
All of these b*tches on b*tches
I got the guns in the kitchen
All of these drugs in the kitchen
All of this mud in the pitcher
All of these b*tches remixing
Hold on lil baby let's get it
Hold on lil baby let's get it
I feel like Tony Montana, ohh
I feel like Bob with the hammer
These n*ggas playing
pus*y n*gga playing, I leave the lil n*gga in slammer
b*tch I might just do the dab
b*tch I might just smoke the gas
pus*y lil n*gga, he mad
Pardon my Giuseppe swag