Woo!
Swacey baby, f*ck these niggas talkin bout
Said its the wickedest in physical form, lyrical swarm
Step on mine you ring the alarm, niggas get bombed
Swacey ahh
I been to real for this rappin, it aint takin off
Take it off, and take a break from this shit
I seen my rivals get afraid of the God
These niggas really on some bitch shit, pussy and all
Niggas gon talk, but they walk away from the slaughter
Its sergeant Swace from the sparta
I came a way for the dolla
I done fell in love with bitches and money, chasing these honeys
What the rassclaut? biddie she love me
Gimme that cuddy in ha casa, don dada
Swacey baby, I know that these niggas hate me but none of that shit gon phase me
I take it so little, focused up on that bread I might hit a lick in a little
Break a brick down in Brickell Ha
The f*cking phenom, dont gotta say it niggas know jus what I be on
Tell em like
Yea Yea
Like Who You Know
Who you know really rip it tho rip it tho
With these different flows, yea these niggas know
Mr. dick ya hoe
Swacey baby, might pour a deuce like Bigalow
Yea
Like who you know who you know
Hear the tick tick tick im bout to blow, yea its time to go
Swacey baby spark the piccolo, never pick the fro'
Still eating pussy under mistletoes
I like a back on my bitch and some gas in my spliffen
These niggas stay on my dick, aint got time for no bitchin
Time for no gimmicks, no time for no coppas stopping us driving the civic
I got my mind up on some bigger business
Third eye open, words my potion
You know I mask the pain with the herbs im smokin
Cannot get into that f*ck shit they on, I focus
Being rich is the motive, continue power the soldiers
Bitch i came from the block
So I keep working, time keep steady when you gazing the clock
And I know oppas want my heady so I stay with the glock
GLTAA GLTAA
You die f*cking with me, tie you to a weight and let you lie under the sea
Rhymes coming from the
Mind of a junkie
Xanny, Percy the diet swear my time might be coming
But, im too lit for this shit
Pop me another cotic like a zit in this shit
Yea Yea
Like Who You Know
Who you know really rip it tho rip it tho
With these different flows, yea these niggas know
Mr. dick ya hoe
Swacey baby, might pour a deuce like Bigalow
Yea
Like who you know who you know
Hear the tick tick tick im bout to blow, yea its time to go
Swacey baby spark the piccolo, never pick the fro'
Still eating pussy under mistletoes
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Woo!
Swacey baby, f*ck these niggas talkin bout
Said its the wickedest in physical form, lyrical swarm
Step on mine you ring the alarm, niggas get bombed
Swacey ahh
I been to real for this rappin, it aint takin off
Take it off, and take a break from this shit
I seen my rivals get afraid of the God
These niggas really on some bitch shit, pussy and all
Niggas gon talk, but they walk away from the slaughter
Its sergeant Swace from the sparta
I came a way for the dolla
I done fell in love with bitches and money, chasing these honeys
What the rassclaut? biddie she love me
Gimme that cuddy in ha casa, don dada
Swacey baby, I know that these niggas hate me but none of that shit gon phase me
I take it so little, focused up on that bread I might hit a lick in a little
Break a brick down in Brickell Ha
The f*cking phenom, dont gotta say it niggas know jus what I be on
Tell em like
Yea Yea
Like Who You Know
Who you know really rip it tho rip it tho
With these different flows, yea these niggas know
Mr. dick ya hoe
Swacey baby, might pour a deuce like Bigalow
Yea
Like who you know who you know
Hear the tick tick tick im bout to blow, yea its time to go
Swacey baby spark the piccolo, never pick the fro'
Still eating pussy under mistletoes
I like a back on my bitch and some gas in my spliffen
These niggas stay on my dick, aint got time for no bitchin
Time for no gimmicks, no time for no coppas stopping us driving the civic
I got my mind up on some bigger business
Third eye open, words my potion
You know I mask the pain with the herbs im smokin
Cannot get into that f*ck shit they on, I focus
Being rich is the motive, continue power the soldiers
Bitch i came from the block
So I keep working, time keep steady when you gazing the clock
And I know oppas want my heady so I stay with the glock
GLTAA GLTAA
You die f*cking with me, tie you to a weight and let you lie under the sea
Rhymes coming from the
Mind of a junkie
Xanny, Percy the diet swear my time might be coming
But, im too lit for this shit
Pop me another cotic like a zit in this shit
Yea Yea
Like Who You Know
Who you know really rip it tho rip it tho
With these different flows, yea these niggas know
Mr. dick ya hoe
Swacey baby, might pour a deuce like Bigalow
Yea
Like who you know who you know
Hear the tick tick tick im bout to blow, yea its time to go
Swacey baby spark the piccolo, never pick the fro'
Still eating pussy under mistletoes
Swacey baby, f*ck these niggas talkin bout
Said its the wickedest in physical form, lyrical swarm
Step on mine you ring the alarm, niggas get bombed
Swacey ahh
I been to real for this rappin, it aint takin off
Take it off, and take a break from this shit
I seen my rivals get afraid of the God
These niggas really on some bitch shit, pussy and all
Niggas gon talk, but they walk away from the slaughter
Its sergeant Swace from the sparta
I came a way for the dolla
I done fell in love with bitches and money, chasing these honeys
What the rassclaut? biddie she love me
Gimme that cuddy in ha casa, don dada
Swacey baby, I know that these niggas hate me but none of that shit gon phase me
I take it so little, focused up on that bread I might hit a lick in a little
Break a brick down in Brickell Ha
The f*cking phenom, dont gotta say it niggas know jus what I be on
Tell em like
Yea Yea
Like Who You Know
Who you know really rip it tho rip it tho
With these different flows, yea these niggas know
Mr. dick ya hoe
Swacey baby, might pour a deuce like Bigalow
Yea
Like who you know who you know
Hear the tick tick tick im bout to blow, yea its time to go
Swacey baby spark the piccolo, never pick the fro'
Still eating pussy under mistletoes
I like a back on my bitch and some gas in my spliffen
These niggas stay on my dick, aint got time for no bitchin
Time for no gimmicks, no time for no coppas stopping us driving the civic
I got my mind up on some bigger business
Third eye open, words my potion
You know I mask the pain with the herbs im smokin
Cannot get into that f*ck shit they on, I focus
Being rich is the motive, continue power the soldiers
Bitch i came from the block
So I keep working, time keep steady when you gazing the clock
And I know oppas want my heady so I stay with the glock
GLTAA GLTAA
You die f*cking with me, tie you to a weight and let you lie under the sea
Rhymes coming from the
Mind of a junkie
Xanny, Percy the diet swear my time might be coming
But, im too lit for this shit
Pop me another cotic like a zit in this shit
Yea Yea
Like Who You Know
Who you know really rip it tho rip it tho
With these different flows, yea these niggas know
Mr. dick ya hoe
Swacey baby, might pour a deuce like Bigalow
Yea
Like who you know who you know
Hear the tick tick tick im bout to blow, yea its time to go
Swacey baby spark the piccolo, never pick the fro'
Still eating pussy under mistletoes
Writer: Andrew Thoms
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid