"Swing The Sword" lyrics
Uh
You can't go up a lil' bit more on the headphones?
Yeah, yeah
That boy, Sella
I spent eight hundred on some sticks (Eight hundred), tryna catch a goofy
4G-Lock in HD, I parked outside with Ruger (A Ruger)
Why niggas playin', tryna talk that talk when I know damn well he ain't a shooter? (He ain't shot shit)
Huh, nigga know he don't shoot shit (Nothin')
Stick, it smokin' like a steak from Outback, a Ruth's Chris (Brrt, brrt)
Some sick dude get kickin', I'm just like a baby who fiendin' for milk (Come here)
Huh, I'm Mr. Catch a Rap Nigga, think I'm doin' a feature, get his ass stripped (Get naked)
2016 Flathead Gang, get a nigga car peeled (Come here)
Fast forward, put a D in the dash, I'm Mr. Program Your Whip
Dreads inside my fade, no Rasta, walked down on that boy, we opp step (Walked down)
He copped a plea, he felt that heat, hot shit went through the seat (Hot, hot)
Huh, abandoned a 797, a blitz, Hulk smash on a fuck nigga block quick (Hulk smash)
Huh, I'm Backdoor god, I love my temps, the fuck I'ma do with a locksmith? Nigga, get down or lay down, I'm in this bitch right now with a blick on me
If the rap didn't work, would've put this bitch on you, that would've been my only payout (On fire)
My fam, my gang, my chain, my bitch, them four things I don't even play 'bout (On fire)
Kel-Tec Johnny, so I called up bro and we back outside with Dracs slangin' (Let's ride)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You want gunplay? Let's get it, ain't no Malcolm in the middle
Call that boy a Beyblade 'cause I'm tryna fuckin' spin him (Let it rip)
Why these niggas claim they 'bout it? Never been a fuckin' killer
All these fuck niggas be victim, call my bluff, I been a spinner (Call it)
Head tap, I been a winner, ask my mama, she know I'm a sinner (Ask her)
Pussy boy just solved the riddle, one die, two down, now pussy boy, pick up your niggas (Bitch)
Then we slide, they all die, nigga
I'm so lucky as shit, I been up out the mix, but I still be on my shit
I responded to them disses 'stead of respondin' to them bitches
I'm Mr. Send a Fuckin' Blitz
And I know you thought it was over, but I'm back on bullshit, nigga
I'm outside with the stick on me like who want war? (I'm outside)
Chop shit up like Edward Scissorhands, I treat that stick like a toy (Woo)
Banana clip on the bottom of Drac', Draco Curious George
I feel like I'm Kid Hazel the way I swing the sword (Swing the sword)
You can't go up a lil' bit more on the headphones?
Yeah, yeah
That boy, Sella
I spent eight hundred on some sticks (Eight hundred), tryna catch a goofy
4G-Lock in HD, I parked outside with Ruger (A Ruger)
Why niggas playin', tryna talk that talk when I know damn well he ain't a shooter? (He ain't shot shit)
Huh, nigga know he don't shoot shit (Nothin')
Stick, it smokin' like a steak from Outback, a Ruth's Chris (Brrt, brrt)
Some sick dude get kickin', I'm just like a baby who fiendin' for milk (Come here)
Huh, I'm Mr. Catch a Rap Nigga, think I'm doin' a feature, get his ass stripped (Get naked)
2016 Flathead Gang, get a nigga car peeled (Come here)
Fast forward, put a D in the dash, I'm Mr. Program Your Whip
Dreads inside my fade, no Rasta, walked down on that boy, we opp step (Walked down)
He copped a plea, he felt that heat, hot shit went through the seat (Hot, hot)
Huh, abandoned a 797, a blitz, Hulk smash on a fuck nigga block quick (Hulk smash)
Huh, I'm Backdoor god, I love my temps, the fuck I'ma do with a locksmith? Nigga, get down or lay down, I'm in this bitch right now with a blick on me
If the rap didn't work, would've put this bitch on you, that would've been my only payout (On fire)
My fam, my gang, my chain, my bitch, them four things I don't even play 'bout (On fire)
Kel-Tec Johnny, so I called up bro and we back outside with Dracs slangin' (Let's ride)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You want gunplay? Let's get it, ain't no Malcolm in the middle
Call that boy a Beyblade 'cause I'm tryna fuckin' spin him (Let it rip)
Why these niggas claim they 'bout it? Never been a fuckin' killer
All these fuck niggas be victim, call my bluff, I been a spinner (Call it)
Head tap, I been a winner, ask my mama, she know I'm a sinner (Ask her)
Pussy boy just solved the riddle, one die, two down, now pussy boy, pick up your niggas (Bitch)
Then we slide, they all die, nigga
I'm so lucky as shit, I been up out the mix, but I still be on my shit
I responded to them disses 'stead of respondin' to them bitches
I'm Mr. Send a Fuckin' Blitz
And I know you thought it was over, but I'm back on bullshit, nigga
I'm outside with the stick on me like who want war? (I'm outside)
Chop shit up like Edward Scissorhands, I treat that stick like a toy (Woo)
Banana clip on the bottom of Drac', Draco Curious George
I feel like I'm Kid Hazel the way I swing the sword (Swing the sword)
