Yung Roman
Ayy
Two door swerve (two door swerve)
Two door swerve
Yeah (ayy)
Yeah (woo)
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Back in the day, I was worthless
Started from the surface in the middle of the desert
With a weather hot enough to break a motherfucking thermos, nigga (ayy)
Look at the flick of my wrist, one flick of this then I'm taking your bitch
One flick of this now she here at the crib and she throwing it back for myself and my clique (one for the clique)
Yeah, Cali bitch, you do coke and smoke cigs
Yeah, she swallow like all of my kids
Yeah, my brothers they handle they biz
Yeah, I got the Juul and the mint
I got the lean, take a sip
Never, never taking shit
Never, never take a loss
Turn myself into a boss
Only drinking on that Voss
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Motherfuckers always hate on what I got (why they hate?)
Keep on with it, then I'ma pull up right on to your block (right on to your block)
Murder all you niggas, leave your mama shot
Then go around and turn around then fuck up your pops
I took your bitch, she suck my dick, I hit that lick, I do the work
My wrist is cold, these pounds I sold, I'm in the trap, I put in work
In the mansion, your bitch twerk
Like I'm Manson, go berserk
Off a perc, I'm smoking purp
Hop in a foreign, then I skrt
Yeah, it's dark out
So it's the perfect time to bring the mac out
When I pulled up onto Saks Fifth
And I buy shit, 'til I'm maxed out
Hear my name up in their mouth, and I wonder what they talking 'bout
'Cause they bank account got no amount, and I got his bitch sleeping on my couch
That's two door
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