SwishaHouse lyrics

[Verse 1: BONES]
Got a body in the trunk and a blunt full of herb
Got a sawed-off pump, make it bump, then you burn
Gotta learn you a lesson, I'ma be the one to teach it
Sun down, I ain't sleepin' b*tch, I'm camouflage creepin'
Through the dark, dark night, Splinter Cell, give 'em hell
Got the Glock, it's a sl*t, guess it like to kiss and tell
Thirty shells, crack his bell, nine ringin' through the underground
Cemetery style's got him f*ckin' with the bumpin' sound
Sunny day, poolside, listenin' to the waterfall
Any string I gotta pull, I will to keep my pockets swoll
Big screen television, PlayStation 1
Pressin' pause on all that chatter, b*tch, the game has just begun, yeah

[Verse 2: Eddy Baker]
b*tch, I'm God's favorite son, not Nas, it's Baker, bruh
Smoking reefer, drinking rum, when it's trouble, I don't run
Know I always keep a gun close, fresh as f*ck like Glenn Close
I'm a dog, hundred and one b*tches I done been boned
Set the bar like limbo, raise it too high, we can't get low
White b*tch with me simple, got big titties, she a bimbo
Forty got extendo, talk sh*t, get popped like a pimple
Eddy Bake and BONES, b*tch we locked in like a safehold, little b*tch

[Outro]
Yeah, motherf*ckers
Baby