Bay Swag Skirt Lyrics

[Chorus]
One hand on the wheel, other hand under her skirt
I give the trenches hope, I'm feeling like I'm Durk
'Ooter got no days off, he got all the terps
Babo got no days off, he got all the Perc'
Mama me, she call me with three pints, I took 'em all to Turks
Now it's time to pop it, I been on some humble shit
That dog shit I spent in Goyard might be worth a couple bricks
You ain't never hit the road, your soldier asking for some work
Head better not play with a hunter here, that shit gon' get him hurt
[Verse]
You just ace to a deuce, now it's time to double up
I just dropped a whole deuce, you know I keep a muddy cup
Chrome belt to match my jeans, nigga, I been coming trim
I'm a Queens nigga, so thats the only thing thats on my brim
I'm 'bout to buy that Track for nothing, baby, buckle up
Everybody saying my name for clout, I'm tryna see what the f*ck is up
Then it hit me, I'm a lit nigga
I can't walk in the airport without fans asking for pics, nigga
Every time these bitches play with me, I just get richer Every time I get a new bitch, she just get thicker
I don't want that bitch if I can't go hit licks with her
Any nigga play himself, I crop him out the big picture
Nothin' 'bout us regular
When we catch you outside, we gon' strip you, blame the messenger
I block everybody who ain't call 'bout money on my cellular, and thats facts
I couldn't give a f*ck about a bitch, nigga, I got racks
On my mama, I made more than seven figures off of rap

[Chorus]
One hand on the wheel, other hand under her skirt
I give the trenches hope, I'm feeling like I'm Durk
'Ooter got no days off, he got all the terps
Babo got no days off, he got all the Perc'
Mama me, she call me with three pints, I took 'em all to Turks
Now it's time to pop it, I been on some humble shit
That dog shit I spent in Goyard might be worth a couple bricks
You ain't never hit the road, your soldier asking for some work
Head better not play with a hunter here, that shit gon' get him hurt