Swishafisha - Sidekick Lyrics

Young boy with a chopstick
Servin j's in the party with a sidekick
Gold on my wrist flashing everywhere I look
Tryna f*ck again but a bitch stay shook
So bust it down from a man to a boy
I'll send a sesh all the way to Illinois
Just hit my line baby, we can make it happen
Meet me in the back when your man stay lacking

I ain't gotta say who did it
You bitches know I submit it
Running rounds like a civic
When I'm in court I acquit it
It ain't nothing the way I be flexing
2 g's on a jacket man this shit got me stressing
I'll make it back in a day it ain't about the money
Finagle your bitch and put it in her tummy
Locked eyes when smoke hold it in till i choke
Tryna be a star but the man's really broke

Gold on my wrist flashing everywhere I look
Tryna f*ck again but a bitch stay shook
Swishas n' Sweets while I'm riding these beats
Run up a sale now I'm counting receipts

Said I got it from the function
Only open select bring the best of the best
All this smoke got me blessed take a rest
Homicide equals arrest
Living high in the hills where it's quiet and chill
But don't be axing questions that u aren't tryna know
Like a bitch on the side I keep that shit low
Running on a team like I'm versed in judo
Hanging high in the back count from three down to uno

That's just me that's just Fisha
Don't mess with the gang or you gon' meet the militia
Got lean for the team and tree for myself
Spending too much on units I keep them up on the shelf
I keep it rolling and rolling and make it fresh with some gravy
Talking game with your girl I make her wet like the navy
Then I buss it down hard and show no remorse
Why settle for less when you can go to the source
Gold on my wrist flashing everywhere I look
Tryna f*ck again but a bitch stay shook
Swishas n' Sweets while I'm riding these beats
Run up a sale now I'm counting receipts