[Verse 1: Brooke Candy:]
Get that dick out
Get that helicopter ready
My pussy is a heli-pad, sauce up with spaghetti
[?] baby, little meat in my sauce
Queen of Italy, sharin' some to the mob
I don't like spaghetti, I like [?]
I don't fuck with that penne cause it's not [?]
I need something heavy, so fuck [?]
Need a big ol' canoli to come fill up my belly
[Chorus: Brooke Candy]
Let it swang, let it out
Let it swang, let it out
Let it swang, let it out
Let it swang
Let it swang, let it out
Let it swang
Come and meet the boss
Fuck with me and it's a loss
Kill shot to the ops
You don't wanna double cross
Come and meet the boss
Come and meet the boss
Fuck with me and it's a loss
Kill shot to the ops
[Verse 2: Brooke Candy]
Pieced his ball sack with my stilleto
Cause he didn't listen, didn't match my tempo
Kiss the pinky ring in the back of the Benzo
$550 and it ain't no rental
Body in the Benz and in the Gucci bag
Blood in the interior and on the dash
[?] asked too many questions, I tell him to relax
[?] pay inheritance tax
[Verse 3: Bree runway]
[Chorus: Brooke Candy]
Let it swang, let it out
Let it swang, let it out
Let it swang, let it out
Let it swang
Let it swang, let it out
Let it swang
Come and meet the boss
Fuck with me and it's a loss
Kill shot to the ops
You don't wanna double cross
Come and meet the boss
Come and meet the boss
Fuck with me and it's a loss
Kill shot to the ops