Sweeney Lyrics

Cranberry juice, roll keef, then he flows

I'll pipe Perri

Might cuff her, but I won't marry

I make songs for myself and the hoes

So the boyfriends think I don't spit, but they know

That they're girlfriends swallow

It's a hit, ya'll don't know

I'll make thirty fore' I hit thirty, aroma is Burberry

Me and all my boys spend paper on cologne

Just to roll a blunt and smoke, then smell like it all day

That's rough, I got tips, you can use it

If you don't get box, then you won't get my music

Everyone's a pussy nowadays, get a (eunuch)

This rap shit chose me, I ain't had to choose it

Don't got a type, but she has to be a meanie

Glow up like magic on the hoes, now you see me

I'll be damned if have a bitch leave me

Yung Shano, tryna pipe Sydney Sweeney

Hit the stroke then I make her go (uhh)

Shake like she needs me, I'm here best believe me

Blond hair with a ass on it

Got the pipe deep and it's no gagging (?)

02' baby but my first love chronic

Smoke Xxplosive ever since, ironic

I'm that guy tell a friend to tell a friend so i can make it in the end

I need some money I can spend on your

Shano's in his bag again

These square motherfuckers know what's happening

Check your Audemar, y'all know what the fuck time it is

Time to crunch and chomp on em', y'all ain't stopping this

Why you mad your bitch went with the best pick

If you love her, let her go, she'll react quick

An average joe in my ways, but my brain's sick

She lets me hit it on the side and she won't say shit

I'm sorry homie, she just wants to get to know me

Kick it at the crib, watch a film, it's no baloney

I look in the mirror and see Pac, cuz

People got they mind made up before they even know me

Don't you compare me, cuz' you're dead wrong

It's always the same dance to the same song

I don't half ass things I put my name on

So if it says Shano on her phone, well then game's on