Erick Rush - Swoosh Feat. Nasty C lyrics

[Hook: Nasty C] I walk in, I wild out, I walk out, I chunk out a deuce I'm drippin', I'm flickin, my wrist and, the b**hes They jump out the roof The business is business, so don't give a f** if I'm not in a suit f** up, a ratchet, and pa** 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 b**hes They jump out the roof The business is business, so don't give a f** if I'm not in a suit f** up, a ratchet, and pa** it I swear that my status is swoosh [Verse 1: Erick Rush] 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 n***as 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 a spliff She just hopped up on the dick Oops, I just hopped up in your b**h Oosh, I just hit another lick Oooh, I just whipped another hit 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 [Hook: Nasty C] [Verse 2: Erick Rush] 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 sh** 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 n***as 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 that kid is something Ain't he something? (Swoosh) [Hook: Nasty C]