Lil Steamer - My Swagger Ft. Re$tart

★ intro ★
Argh, rah
Ooh!
Ahh!
Oh my god
Prod-

★ verse 1: restart & lil steamer ★
Imma crack yo' bitch (crack it)
Lookin' at my swagger, ok? (swagger)
I'm poppin' on yo' crack (oh yea?)
Make sure you never be followin', all right? (followin', yea)
Now i keep it down low (down low)
So my friends can keep it up high, all right? (up high)
'cause i be wordin' this shit like a pink giraffe (pink giraffe)
You'll never see me comin', all right? (never see me)
Like a mohawk imma shoot you down with an awp sniper, all right? (shoot you down)
And that's on god (on god)
Imma pull up to yo' block (quit stutterin')
And i ain't gonna leave nobody standin', all right? (standin')
Nobody's gonna be standin' not even th- the houses (the houses!? oh, no)
Not even the houses, not even the turtles, not even anything (oh god)
Everything's gonna be flat, everything's gonna be gone (gone)
Imma be grabbin' yo' bitch and imma be squishing her flat like a pancake (pancake)
Aye, i'm boutta spit the craziest shit in human history
This a warnin'
On a steamroller

★ verse 2: lil steamer ★
Aye
You know i don't fuck with nobody but i fuck with restart
Had to come back on this song like a wet fart
I think i shit my pants but i'm paul revere so i gotta go
I gotta go real far, real far like a wet fart
Bitch, i'm the lochness monster in the dark
What the fuck you thought, you don't know what i be thinkin'
Bitch, i'm in my own thoughts, i'm in the dark
Man, i'll beat up a shark
If me and a shark got in a duel imma beat up that shark
Bitch, i'll beat up a bear
What they say, i don't care
Lil steamer rappin' in his underwear, fuck, bitch
I'm really rich, i got racks and i spend that shit
The fuck, man, you know i'm rich as hell
Imma thug but i won't go to jail, bitch, yea
And i'm slow, like a snail
But you already know that i got mail
I don't check that shit, i evade my taxes
I just fucked this bitch, her coochie was like molasses
I just fucked this bitch, like ddg, back to calabasas
And i'm moonwalkin' like michael jackson
You a fag, son, get off my dick
You are a fuck broke ass hoe
And i don't give a fuck about you, really, because i got them hoes
And- and i got them poles and i got them sticks
And i got hella sticks in my car and i got pulled over
But the cop fucked with my music so i didn't go to jail
What'd i tell you like 30 seconds ago, i can't go to jail
Motherfucker, i'm so lit
Gah, gah, gah, ga-