Wooden Beads

Canada

You know the wooden beads

Uh, Swavey, baby






Hola how you do me, this that Polo with that Louis

I'm Pacino in this bitch and you Manolo in that movie

This that Uzi, I'm no thug, no bitch can't use me, I'm no drug

But I put that toolie to your mug, hot as a two-piece to your tongue

Canada conglomerate, blammers I've got on my back

You ain't gotta go to the zoo to see where them llamas at

Put them 24s on my coupe, it look like I'm tryna stack

Higher than a pile at the laundromat, Swavey

I be stackin' books, so I'm a time-is-money author

Please don't hit my phone, unless that thing a money offer

I be ballin' so hard that my name fill the whole roster

I can never go to jail 'cause boy I own a law firm

Bitch, I got that twista in my swisha

This the shit to hit ya frame until you niggas get the picture

I just hit 180 on my jigsaw, that's your lady? She my bitch

Look I'm so mixed up, where my fix-up?

Hola, cómo está? Spanish women on my jock

Spend so much guap at the club that they had to ban me from the spot

I live in Miami where it's hot and I get in them panties, where your spot?

I be sippin' that liquor that put me inside the position to get me to gettin' that guap, boy

Hop in my delorous-lorious, y'all niggas should forfeit, forfeit

My new chick is so bad, so bad, she used to be your bitch, your bitch

Hear you haters talkin', but I just ignore it

My money, my lady, she overweight, I feel like I'm Norbit






Don't take a picture, take a look at me

Boy, I goes hard, this my wooden beads

Hatin' on money, you couldn't be

Oh and I'm so sick, these niggas sick of me

Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me

Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me

Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me

Boy, I goes hard, this my wooden beads






Back in this bitch and I'm packin' a fifth

And I'm ready for action, you actin' the ish

And you talkin' that trash, it's a smack to your lips

I don't give a fuck 'bout it, I'm packin' a clip

That'll give you that static with that automatic

I let niggas have it who's back in that ratchet

Despite all the havoc, I have what you lackin'

You assholes, fastfo'd

Rewind, now we are on me time

Niggas got them pies and I ain't talkin' 'bout them Key Limes

Ooh, I'm sayin' this more than two times

Sayin' this more than two times

Thousand-thousand-thousand dollar necklace out of Dubai

Look up in the sky and you would see me if I flew by

Put that .22 right to the middle of your two eyes

If you in the building, bitch, meet the new guy

If you in the building, bitch, meet the new guy

Oh you love me? Me too, I'm ridin' with no G2

I just call her up before I beat it, get her pre-juiced

Tryna get this cash but if I smash, she can be loose

I'm too busy bein' me, so fuck tryna be you, Swavey






Don't take a picture, take a look at me

Boy, I goes hard, this my wooden beads

Hatin' on money, you couldn't be

Oh and I'm so sick, these niggas sick of me

Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me

Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me

Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me

Boy, I goes hard, this my wooden beads






Ay, ay Jae Fresco, ay, ay, ay Jae Fresco. Give these niggas a fuckin' year supply of thermometers, some Tylenol, and some robitussin. These niggas sick of us nigga. Yeah, Swavey, Canada. And I say that to the death, nigga, uh. Yo Cirraco take my beat out man, I don't want these niggas loopin' it