smokingskul - i swea lyrics
[intro]
i’ll blow yo’ f+ckin’ head off
[chorus]
i’m ‘finna cut the plug like i rage quit
these n+ggas hard, told ’em get they face hits
he knew we was gon’ catch his ass, but this sh+t not a bass kit
that n+gga not no soldier, we gon’ catch him with that mace kit
we could cook it, we can bake it
og say, “life what you make it”
if it’s a risk, n+gga, i’m gon’ take it
you behind the stove, n+gga, we gon’ steak it
n+ggas be sweet, n+ggas frosted flaking
i ask you to hand me that pole, you was shaking
i’m off the rp’s, i’ve awaked
yo’ glock got no attachments, that sh+t naked
i don’t need to wait for the house to be open, i break in
i pop me a perc cause it help with the aching
[verse]
i boosted a ’38 to a scar
i put a big body in a+ what?
i put a lil’ n+gga in a car
they don’t see aliens on this audemar
ayy, sh+t on the glock, need some autoparts
b+tch, i’m drifting off the mario karts
n+ggas got fruit in them like some pop+tarts
.762’s f+cking up yo’ autops’
if i’m being frank’, that n+gga in the ocean
it’s been like since 2016 since these n+ggas had motion
i’ma let the glock fight if he ask for a promotion
i’m not like these n+ggas, i was handpicked, i was chosen
it’s not cap, i swear, i+
[verse 2]
like a blind n+gga, b+tch, i got sticks and dogs
behind the scenes, this sh+t f+cked up, like the wiz’ of oz
i hand+made this p80, this sh+t don’t got flaws
i like designer, i like drugs, i like money and cars
when sh+t get tough, n+ggas turn lil nas
i’m ‘finna shoot up this b+tch just because
i do not see what the b+tch at it was
she on my wood and she say i get buzz
yo’ g+19 can’t get in the club
i get away cause i had a ‘lil glove
[verse 3]
ayy, b+tch, it’s not cap
i been had this flow, it’s not bap
f+ck a body bag, we using gift wrap
i put my d+ck where her lips at
we got wock, don’t ask where the triss at
his tombstone where we p+ss at (nitemare)
i was out in the open, you could’ve laid, how the f+ck you miss that?
i’m on the frontlines, no kizzap
it ain’t no problem, if i ain’t hizz at
i’m not duke don’t where the rizz at
who want a glock, n+gga, where the b+tch at?
he said he pressed me, where the vids at?
i do not give a f+ck, where the kids at?
f+ck it, now, we catching his hat
this choppa lil’ faygo, i’m letting it blatt!
[chorus]
i’m ‘finna cut the plug like i rage quit
these n+ggas hard, told ’em get they face hits
he knew we was gon’ catch his ass, but this sh+t not a bass kit
that n+gga not no soldier, we gon’ catch him with that mace kit
we could cook it, we can bake it
og say, “life what you make it”
if it’s a risk, n+gga, i’m gon’ take it
you behind the stove, n+gga, we gon’ steak it
n+ggas be sweet, n+ggas frosted flaking
i ask you to hand me that pole, you was shaking
i’m off the rp’s, i’ve awaked
yo’ glock got no attachments, that sh+t naked
i don’t need to wait for the house to be open, i break in
i pop me a perc cause it help with the aching
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