[verse 1] [swifty-e]
It's Swifty-E and Mark, New Jersey where we stand at//
Pistol Whip these niggas self-conscious where my hands at//
You the one to laugh at, I ain't even grab that//
The heat around my ankle have his body doing the hand clap//
Aim below the waist I bet he pisses before his meat rock//
Poppin his watch off, that's the definition of "G Shock"//
You know when the heat start, sound like the ground shake//
And you the be the one hearing your bones when your mouth break//
Nigga keep a straight face, and keep ya little fingers straight//
Throw up the wrong sign and you being my dog's dinner plate//
And if you're girl play, my man'll be the one to stuff her//
Right between the legs I think we found the main supper//
[hook] [swifty-e]
[verse 2] [mark]
Look man I thought I told you a couple a times//
To stop bustin' your rhymes, nigga you ain't with the time//
I told you stop false-flagging and saying you a dime//
Nigga you ain't shit dog you can't even inspire//
I send chills up you're spine, you know what it is//
I'm the type man that smoke that fucking green on the team//
And you know what we do, we banging up the blue fire//
Nigga you know what it is when we barry you alive//
Chest beat so hard you can't help that I pray//
Look man, I'm bout to bullet down you're house today//
I can't help you anymore you're surrounded//
So this is what we doing nigga, before you hear the sound kit//
[gun sounds] Aye, now you understand that I'm coming to you're
man//
and I'm coming to you like A man, hand-2-hand//
We gonna do some combat, nigga sit you on you're ass nigga you
gon feel that//
It's a soldier world, soldier time, soldier all the time//
Bustin my rhymes, this is my loot, and I'ma hit the crime//
Let the judge go up, and I'ma do my fucking time//
I'ma get out nigga, but you won't be around I promise you mines//
Oh, and the rest of the flow go be so hard making you can't feel
you're seat// And you stay on this is stars// I'ma bang on you until
you can't feel you're arms// Yeah, and the rest of the time// I'm gonna
sit here send some chills up you're spine// And I'ma let these mothafuckas
do they crime, when they put you on food list// Its over for you I told you stop
doing this// Yeah, rest of the time... You're ass is mine// Hoooo// And this is
the sound you gon hear it's death nigga...//
good shit. Thumbs up
Horrorsquadlive 3 months ago in playlist More videos from RapRnB4u
c'mon nigga u fuckin up..dis ain't jersey flow...this shit is wack as fuck nigga...listen to some mobb deep..alchemist...fuckin dumass niggas..stop reepppin lil wayne,
cumando91 1 year ago