It's Swan
M1 On the Beat
I got to load up my proxy, why?, 'caus
Ahh, look
I got no-one I can trust,
I see through the lust, that ain't real love
She said that love is a drug,
I just wan' f*ck 'cause I ain't no piss-head
I scammed one girl for a O2 plan, got a CCG, now she's tellin' her man
Talkin' about startin' a business, in reality bro you got no plan
I need a bad one like Kenzo B
You don't scam you refund g
I ain't into that star sign sh*t
But make sure it's linked to a Gemini please
Had this one ting down to her knees
These ain't fours these Jordan 3's
First and third I need that please
LRR my PGP
+44 spam, that could never be me
No weren't me that sent that text
Late night trips for the BTC
Me and my ski runnin' up off next
I told this bad B "I don't want sex,"
"Can you go in the bank and cash this check,"
Catch me in my Nike tech
On the property that I don't need to flex
She want a day in the life with Tankz
And the Vue ting has linked up with Poku Banks
Cash plus is the only exception,
True said, I don't like these online banks
My cougar done the one-two scan
She give me racks, gotta firm that jeetin'
I just want head then I'm leavin'
Pension gone now your grandmas grieving
Same way that he cleans his p's, same way that he cleans his shank
I felt like a BTEC driller when I slipped inside
But without no latex, swing me a Amex
I got to load up my proxy, why?, 'cause the BBC tried dox me
Most of my old tings can't shot me, why?
'Cause they got nothin' to offer but box g
This one ting rude and dead so I kept it low from the skis
Could never be me
This one ting thought I was famous 'cause she saw me on BBC
Work I square, I don't want Santander just swing me a revver or BK
I spent 5k of my b-day, two white girls on me on the freeway
Rest in peace to five-one-five (Look back and I miss those days)
Rest in peace to four-six-five (Look back and I miss those days)
Rest in peace to U.T.R, for that man I copped my plane
I sold two-two and I still get paid
If the job falls through, then I still feel pain
Rest in peace to five-one-five
Rest in peace to four-six-five
Rest in peace to U.T.R, for that man I copped my plane
I sold two-two and I still get paid
If the job falls through, then I still feel pain