Blowin' Swishers
Kid Ink · Other Songs - Kid Ink
Yeah, uh,
Come in where I wanna,
Eyes wide shut,
Clothes reak of marijuana.
It's stuffy up in here,
Got it lookin' like a sauna.
Smokin' kills terminator,
You can call it Sarah Connor.
Got you coughin',
Like you got a cold n*gga.
F*ck you doin'?
Blowin' swishers.
Man and I'm high as hell.
Yeah my life is like a movie,
Hope you got it still.
I'm ill muthaf*cka I don't need a mill,
But my pockets got the munchies and I feed 'em well.
Why your money lookin' like it's on a diet pill.
I can eyeball that, I ain't got a scale.
Split it down, dump it n*gga, c'mon
F*ck you doin'?
Blowin' swishers.
And I'm tryin' to smoke with all y'all.
Rollin' papers man, I feel like a ball hog.
I can't pass that, the way I hit.
That's only one round, Mike Tyson.
It ain't no papers in my house,
I don't write sh*t.
But yo b*tch is probably here on the night shift.
Baby, stop by the store, but I don't need liquor.
F*ck you want?
Pack of swishers.
Cause I'ma get you high tonight.
Once you learn how to roll it's like ridin' a bike.
Said I'm over n*ggas heads on cloud nine.
F*ck what you got, my n*gga smell mine.
This ain't a art gallery,
Why everybody starin'?
Got a house full of bunnies,
Where the f*ck is Anna Farris?
I'm in the cut,
You can keep ya Rizlas.
F*ck you doin'?
Blowin' swishers.
And I don't wanna hear that it tastes good.
One hit of this you feel it in your face good.
We cookin' baby, you can meet me over there.
Got everybody's eyes lookin' medium rare.
How I come in on the beat is f*ckin' really unfair.
See the haters talkin' sh*t, but I really don't care.
You can all suck a d*ck,
And feel it in your throat n*gga.
F*ck you doin'?
Blowin' swishers.
Come in where I wanna,
Eyes wide shut,
Clothes reak of marijuana.
It's stuffy up in here,
Got it lookin' like a sauna.
Smokin' kills terminator,
You can call it Sarah Connor.
Got you coughin',
Like you got a cold n*gga.
F*ck you doin'?
Blowin' swishers.
Man and I'm high as hell.
Yeah my life is like a movie,
Hope you got it still.
I'm ill muthaf*cka I don't need a mill,
But my pockets got the munchies and I feed 'em well.
Why your money lookin' like it's on a diet pill.
I can eyeball that, I ain't got a scale.
Split it down, dump it n*gga, c'mon
F*ck you doin'?
Blowin' swishers.
And I'm tryin' to smoke with all y'all.
Rollin' papers man, I feel like a ball hog.
I can't pass that, the way I hit.
That's only one round, Mike Tyson.
It ain't no papers in my house,
I don't write sh*t.
But yo b*tch is probably here on the night shift.
Baby, stop by the store, but I don't need liquor.
F*ck you want?
Pack of swishers.
Cause I'ma get you high tonight.
Once you learn how to roll it's like ridin' a bike.
Said I'm over n*ggas heads on cloud nine.
F*ck what you got, my n*gga smell mine.
This ain't a art gallery,
Why everybody starin'?
Got a house full of bunnies,
Where the f*ck is Anna Farris?
I'm in the cut,
You can keep ya Rizlas.
F*ck you doin'?
Blowin' swishers.
And I don't wanna hear that it tastes good.
One hit of this you feel it in your face good.
We cookin' baby, you can meet me over there.
Got everybody's eyes lookin' medium rare.
How I come in on the beat is f*ckin' really unfair.
See the haters talkin' sh*t, but I really don't care.
You can all suck a d*ck,
And feel it in your throat n*gga.
F*ck you doin'?
Blowin' swishers.
Blowin' Swishers
Kid Ink's 'Blowin' Swishers' stands as a defining track from the Houston hip-hop scene, capturing the raw energy and lyrical flow characteristic of his early career. Released during a pivotal era for Southern rap, the song showcases Ink's ability to blend aggressive delivery with melodic sensibilities that became hallmarks of his discography. As part of his broader catalog, the recording reflects the vibrant culture of the city where he rose to prominence, offering listeners a glimpse into the sound that influenced a generation of artists. The track remains a staple for fans seeking authentic representations of the genre's evolution in the 2010s.