C4m - Swampwater Lyrics

Dirty swamp mage brewing cooking out the cauldron now
Lemme tell you bout a violent nigga grew up in the south
He been smashing avocados puttin guac in the account
Dirty schemin greedy heathen thinkin rob n murda, how
You need the coin to escape the clout
I'ma have to plot shit out
I gotta make my bottom dollar
Gotta make the movie count
I light a blunt continuously
Smokin weed pound after pound
Floating I breathe my demons at ease
I think I might be passing out
I think I might be passing out
I hope I'm f*cking dying now
Instead I just wake up
Trade my soul fo a pay up
Paranoid in my home
Hope I don't get that pay cut
My nigga we move
Got some plans to develop
We infested the swamp
Delegated the set up
I follow the back roads
You stayed on the main course
I honed in my craft
You sit like molasses
Run this shit back
Coming at you with a plan of attack
No time to react
Throw yo ass out in the bog and we watch
As the gators death roll yo ass into a snack