September Swiper – 5 2 Üh 60
Genre Rap

LYRIC
5 2 Üh 60

Feat. Yeat

TRANSCRIBING

Intro

What you say, who you cool with
Fuck what you say, what you do, who you boolin' with
Fuck what you say, what you do, who you boolin' with
Fuck what you say, what you do, who you boolin' with

ChorusYEAT

No I'm not a fiend but I get high, I do everything
They say I'm a new wave to my songs, to my letter ring
Bitch dont even test me, fuck a phone, I'mma let it ring
I've been booted up so much, I had a heart attack, dont remember it
Yeah, anything
Bitch, I'm married to this X, I bought a wedding ring
I be high with the guys, bitch, fuck a plan
Yeah, they be cappin' by the fashion, how many lames?
They say "how you get it up?" I said, "I get it everyday"

Verse 1YEAT

Yeah, they say "how you get that money?" I say, "I did it everyway"
They say "how you get to the top?" I just went levitate
Ask if I with the bitch, nah, I just fuck her face
I need me some glasses I can't see like I just got

Pre Chorus

Everything we did was to legitly
I just turn the murder, to a mop, to a 60
I just gun them, and its hard, and they all on me
On my dick, did they make it?, all this money is just a part of me
Yeah, and yo bitch gon pull up, yeah, pardon me
, if he dead, look like he on me
They see they up, now they out for me
My glizzy way to crazy, smokin'

ChorusYEAT

No I'm not a fiend but I get high, I do everything
They say I'm a new wave to my songs, to my letter ring
Bitch dont even test me, fuck a phone, I'mma let it ring
I've been booted up so much, I had a heart attack, dont remember it
Yeah, anything
Bitch, I'm married to this X, I bought a wedding ring
I be high with the guys, bitch, fuck a plan
Yeah, they be cappin' by the fashion, how many lames?
They say "how you get it up?" I said, "I did it everyday"

Verse 2September Swiper

Heard that [gun?] they comin' up
Fuck it, on Runtz
20 bands in my pocket, 20 in my gun
I could pull up out the Honda, just for fun
On these niggas, check this
Brought me all these, they told me how much did I make?
Fuck it, 50 figures
Catch me out in public, I dont wait, middle fingers
That boy trynna slide, he lost his life
Me and yeat we everytime
Pour that wok up for that line
All my bitches, yeah they dimes
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