Don't Forget the Swishers

[Chorus]

We gon' have a good time away from the drama

So leave your bullshit at the door

We just chillin with the homies, girls coming over

They ask what we want from the store

If you could grab me some swishers

Some cups and some liquor

And tell your home girls don't bring no niggas, we good

Let's have some time as we should

But don't forget the swishers

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]

In real life my rap name got charisma to it

I figure, damn, I might as well do something bigger to it

I don't want no famous features, let my niggas do it

Sometimes I just think to myself like how Big would do it

My old bitches keeping tabs on every move I make

And she gon' say I ain't shit no matter who I date

And them niggas she around now is excatly who I ain't

While all the girls is in my ear like (Dom do your thing)

[Verse 2: cARTer]

I smoke with bad chicks with fake tits keep that on the DL

All hugged up on me, bitch you ain't my female

Where your girls at? not for my pawtnas though

I'm tryna fuck em too, just being honest hoe

Your girl over here misbehaving

Delete the iChats, can't leave no traces

When this girls come, throw out some Trey shit

Like the candles, something basics

I told her bring some chick-fil-a, she got a nigga waiting

[Chorus]

We gon' have a good time away from the drama

So leave your bullshit at the door

We just chillin with the homies, girls coming over

They ask what we want from the store

If you could grab me some swishers

Some cups and some liquor

And tell your home girls don't bring no niggas, we good

Let's have some time as we should

But don't forget the swishers

[Verse 3: Like]

Private location, kush in rotation

Playing playstation, fresh on my vacation

I like em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Caucasian

As long as they thick, small waist and low maintenance

Gold digging hoes, who receive no payment

Not now, not ever, not even on ocassion

Like 5 or 6 chicks in my living room wasted

Smoking blunt after blunt, boy I can't wait to taste it

Somebody knocking at my door with a heavy ass hands

It's my home girl showing up with her heavy ass friend

I'm like, damn, why you bring her here, she always wanna trip With her chubby ass, how she eat the salsa with no chips

We gotta make another store run, she costed me a grip

Anyway dude I'm after her, let me holler at these chicks

Another hour passes, shit

One of these hoes I gotta hit

Plus we be smoking back to back and yeah that Rossi got me tip

[Verse 4: King Chip]

Cold chilling, sipping some of the finest out the corner store

Maybe we could get these pretty girls and get down on the low

Kush is present, but them shells is absent, how we gonna smoke?

Sometimes rolling papers but them shit be going out you know

I'm trying to go straight to Cloud 19 with no layovers or hangovers

Two Range Rovers parked outside when the come over

And they old enough to know we are cold, we are grown

And I hope you brought them shells like motherfucking told

[Chorus]

We gon' have a good time away from the drama

So leave your bullshit at the door

We just chillin with the homies, girls coming over

They ask what we want from the store

If you could grab me some swishers

Some cups and some liquor

And tell your home girls don't bring no niggas, we good

Let's have some time as we should

But don't forget the swishers

[Verse 5: BeYoung]

I been waiting all day, yeah boo I miss ya

I wanna spend time, but first I'm getting lit up

Split em, barely lick em, I'ma let you roll

Got a fat dub sack, tryna get off in my zone

Take a couple to the dome, the big tree monster

Playing Al Green, feel like I'm at the concert

Let me make your mind work, go make that run for me

Don't forget the swishers, take a couple bucks from me

[Verse 6: Mibbs]

Yeah, she knows she got a weak spot for me

That's why she grab the swishers from weed shop for me

My feisty little chick who like the eavesdrop on me

If this was New York, she be my Reebok shorty

She got the 40s, the swishers, the optimos

And she brought some home girls, now it's time to rock 'n roll

Eyes low, smoking on some tropico

Man all this toking got me floating, now I'm open like an envelope

[Chorus]

We gon' have a good time away from the drama

So leave your bullshit at the door

We just chillin with the homies, girls coming over

They ask what we want from the store

If you could grab me some swishers

Some cups and some liquor

And tell your home girls don't bring no niggas, we good

Let's have some time as we should

But don't forget the swishers