Swoosh - Erick Rush, Nasty C

I walk in, I wild out, I walk out, I chuck out a deuce

I’m drippin', I’m flickin, my wrist and, the bitches, they jump out the roof

The business is business, so don’t give a fuck if I’m not in a suit

Fuck up, a ratchet, and pass it, I swear that my status is swoosh

I walk in, I wild out, I walk out, I chunk out a deuce

I’m drippin', I’m flickin, my wrist and, the bitches, they jump out the roof

The business is business, so don’t give a fuck if I’m not in a suit

Fuck up, a ratchet, and pass it, I swear that my status is swoosh

Didn’t they tell you I was balling?

Had to turn my goddamn phone off, 'cause your baby keep calling

I don’t three point, I don’t free throw

I just be slam dunking on you weak hoes

I’m lynching niggas I’m in beast mode

Look, 1990 I was given I was breath, and I been grinding ever since

I’m crushing up the winners section in my palm now, 'bout to roll em in spliff

She just hopped up on the dick

Oops, I just hopped up in your bitch

Oosh, I just hit another lick

Oooh, I just whipped another hit

I don’t got no gang signs but I’m repping

I’m really ahead of my time, you’re really fortunate I be in the present

I’m in the moment, I’m seeing everything but opponents

Keeping it thorough really lonely

When I’m booth man I’m really Kobe

When I get shooting

I walk in, I wild out, I walk out, I chuck out a deuce

I’m drippin', I’m flickin, my wrist and, the bitches, they jump out the roof

The business is business, so don’t give a fuck if I’m not in a suit

Fuck up, a ratchet, and pass it, I swear that my status is swoosh

I walk in, I wild out, I walk out, I chunk out a deuce

I’m drippin', I’m flickin, my wrist and, the bitches, they jump out the roof

The business is business, so don’t give a fuck if I’m not in a suit

Fuck up, a ratchet, and pass it, I swear that my status is swoosh

That’s nothing but net, you running with veterans

I’m running up checks, I’m sipping on medicine

Yeah I’m talking lean, oh you talking teams?

Didn’t somebody tell you talk is cheap

That throne you got is just another seat

Every damn time, you can tell that I’m out my damn mind

You can walk, you can run but can’t hide

I can get off a plane and stay fly

Man they said your shit was fire?

Dammit your crew should be fired

Damn your whole crew should retire

Dammit I’m through with you cowards

I’m here moving mountains, stacking up and counting

Stacking up and counting

Tryna keep these sorry niggas from around me

Please don’t bring them boys around me

I’m tryna make her back it up and arouse me

Back, back it up and dump it

I’m scoring on 'em, like I’m hitting buckets

Look how Erick rushes, man the kid is something

Ain’t he something?

(Swoosh)