b*tch Swim lyrics

[Intro: Shakewell]
MTM, hit 'em with the heat

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
These some old bands, don't make new friends
I got a choppa on me, but you know it won't jam
Threw some racks in the club, made a b*tch swim
Winter on my neck, December sh*t, like, God damn
These some old bands, don't make new friends
I got a choppa on me, but you know it won't jam
Threw some racks in the club, made a b*tch swim
Winter on my neck, December sh*t, like, God damn

[Verse 1: Shakewell]
Big cannon, no jammin', pop it, airin' sh*t out
I'm with Nick, no Cannon, but we wildin' out
You an opp, you a poser, I done learned what you 'bout
Still rest in peace, hustle 'til I'm dead in the ground
Why the realest die young, but these lames above ground?
Makin' money while I sleep, you gotta wake up [?] [0:47]
Four, five, six, thirty, poppin' 30s with lean
b*tch tried to sleep on me, I'm the man of her dreams
Opps tried to write me off, hit his neck with the beam
You a crumb, lil' bum, I'm splittin' checks with my team
Saw him flexin', double cupped, don't know I cut up his lean
If cash rule everything, then I must be the king
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
These some old bands, don't make new friends
I got a choppa on me, but you know it won't jam
Threw some racks in the club, made a b*tch swim
Winter on my neck, December sh*t, like, God damn
These some old bands, don't make new friends
I got a choppa on me, but you know it won't jam
Threw some racks in the club, made a b*tch swim
Winter on my neck, December sh*t, like, God damn

[Verse 2: Fat Nick]
Shorty ask what them fingers do, I play with the switch
Azul bottles poppin' up, got me drunk like a b*tch
I f*cked her, you with her, Captain Raw Doggin' sh*t
I ain't gotta do much, let me call up a blitz
Mr. Swerve sh*t, shorty, go watch out for the beam
Drive the X6 truck, opps know that it's me
Keep a bag on the blick, no shells on the scene
I can't pop no Acties, sniffed a blue, what you mean?
This the last time talking again, I'm lettin' shots—
Let the Hellcat drag, I'm sl*tty, I'm poppin' thots—
I'm burnin', heat up the block, I'm turnt, go light a dart
This the big bag club, get in, you need some knots

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
These some old bands, don't make new friends
I got a choppa on me, but you know it won't jam
Threw some racks in the club, made a b*tch swim
Winter on my neck, December sh*t, like, God damn
These some old bands, don't make new friends
I got a choppa on me, but you know it won't jam
Threw some racks in the club, made a b*tch swim
Winter on my neck, December sh*t, like, God damn