Joey Bada$$ Hilary $Wank song lyrics

We don't say swag no more, we say swank

Yo, yo, hip-hop's a jungle

Uh, lost in his time, I'm just tryna get it like a boss in his prime

These fake niggas sublime, light for fine sights

Wishing we'll fortune but the price ain't quite right

The slice ain't quite ripe

Still pulling strings how I fly but I don't like kites

How they gon' treat Brooklyn's finest not as fine as diamonds?

And fine nice, surrounded by hard flow like Icelands

Now we getting icing, finances nice

And I don't like surprises, I like superb prices rising

It's the least I could do, these verses priceless

Rehearse in private, reverse her eyelid until she curse in silent (insolent)

Got a problem solve it, all my Pros solids

We all gon' dine and until then we mobbing

So don't push me, uh, I'm close to the pussy

Even closer to the knowledge, dropped out of college in advance

Then hit the ground running like it's ants in my pants

Honey, Pop was a bumbaclot and had a queen bee Mommy

Uh, I love her to the tissue, disrespect my blood and it's an issue

She like, "This you on the cover for real? Ah, you so official"

Now go ahead and buy you some shoes that really fit you

I know she always think of little me, but now I got big literally

Worldwide and physically

I'm saying I used to take walks around Little Italy

Now I roam 'round Sicily and I'm plotting on a milli

Hmmm, another loud pack, another proud cat

Hey, pound that, hip-hop sounds been profound back

Slow down that metronome, nigga

Let it hit home when the specimen showin' gon' glitter

Gold and ices trigger, your true ideology

I can subtract one with the gun, that's true trigonometry

But that won't coincide with the true nigga that I'mma be

He's royal poverty, I kicks philosophies

Not because I rock soccer tees

I ain't gon' beg but I can please

Rock your socks and sockets out your knees

Fulfil your needs with similes non-similar

Spit that unfamiliar, put that on familia

If you love hip-hop, ladies, rub your papillas

And fellas beat they chest like they silverback gorillas

It's the new age, children of the crystal healers

Thinking I butterfly, I try catapult caterpillars

After years of constructing they start assumptions

So I keep my circumference of deep fried friends like dumplings

But fuck that, my nigga, we munching, we hungry

After years of constructing they start assumptions

So I keep my circumference of deep fried friends like dumplings

But fuck that, my nigga, we munching, we hungry

Swanking, Swanking, Swanking

I see you, Jigga! Hilary Swanking

Alright, I'm off this