Separate Myself - Swagg B, L'A Capone

How ya' leave your mans dead for a broke bitch?

Most these rap niggas on some hoe shit

How ya' leave your mans dead for a broke bitch?

Most these rap niggas on some hoe shit

How going to school gone teach more shit

And the teacher said I wouldn’t be shit?

Most these rap niggas on some hoe shit

How going to school gone teach more shit

And the teacher said I wouldn’t be shit?

L’A Capone speaking, man

Team Six Hunnid!

(«Six Owe!»)

(«Six Owe!»)

(«Six Owe!»)

Niggas know how I’m coming, man

You know, I just gotta separate myself man.

.

From all this fufu shit

It’s a lot of fufu shit going on round here, kid

Ya' hear me?

How ya' leave your mans dead for a broke bitch?

Most these rap niggas on some hoe shit

How going to school gone teach more shit

And the teacher said I wouldn’t be shit?

I guess I’m just stuck on that street shit

Niggas mad cause we ball on that Heat shit

And everyday, I pop out on some flee shit

I love designer, that’s me, shit

How you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em?

Why you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em?

Pillow-talking, we gotta expose him

If he got them O’s, then we poke him

L’A too real, can’t clone him!

You ain’t talking no bands, then don’t phone him

Two-tone chrome under the True shirt

Try to go on a date and get your boo hurt

I don’t like no dramatic bitch

So I just separate myself from shit

If you post up, I hope you brought your kit

Cause I’m wounding cats when that chopper spit

Lil' Dee in the trap, pop out, Glock out

He’ll kill, I ain’t lying, heard it from the horse mouth

Can’t walk through the Six, you a Brick, 'nother route

Hit a stain for the shit, made it flip, 'nother house

Young nigga hood, but I’m trying to make it out

Meanwhile, these guys trying to get clout

Riding through the 'hood, we let 30's hang out

And if he ain’t Double Owe then he can’t hang out

Fuck talking tough, nigga we can bang out

It was raining out when my mom put me out

But I don’t understand what the net beef 'bout

It’s a drill in your hood so nobody hang out

I ain’t never heard 'bout a top-notch bitch

Some raw little chick who ain’t did no dick

So when I get a check, put ice on my wrist

Got a whole lot of shit, nothing for a bitch

My name hold weight so niggas wanna kick

Call up the lean man, need another six

Get another stain then do another hit

Slide on the O, get a yop, now I’m lit

Chuckle.

Chuckle.

I be high as fuck, man, that shit crazy!

Niggas know I’m coming

Squad!

(«Squa-squad!»)

We don’t tolerate bitch-ness

Sneak diss bad for your fitness

Let’s get this, hit your block up, leave no witness

25 shots, that’s Christmas

Got a handful of niggas on hitlists

I made this here for the bitches

And the snitches, and the lames

Brick nigga, stay in your lane

Only so long 'fore a nigga get changed

All the opps wanna put dirt on my name

I’m a still be the same, you can keep the change

Ain’t too many young niggas in the game

That can say they ain’t never been a muh' fuckin' lame

I watched these niggas get bitched by the gang

It’s levels to this shit, man