Swerzie, ZOTiYAC - Crow Life, Rotten World lyrics

I am not friends with you rappers
Rotten my gang, that's the only exception
They cannot see what is in my perception
I'm finna put the rap game in recession
All y'all food like I'm at the concession
"Swerzie the GOAT" they gon'
Say in confession
If you want problems, no beef my obsession
I'll fuck on your life
Have your mom in depression
Walk with a Glock
And like sex I'ma pull out
I don't do rules
Fighting clean I'ma rule out
My bitch she text me, said I need to cool out
'Cause we both know that I am
'bout pulling the tool out
This is not beef but this chopper get silly
This kick, it go dumb
I'ma bring the whole fool out
Labels, they blowing my phone on the daily
'Cause they know that I am
'bout bringing that mool' out
Draco, it come with a pistol grip handle
I'm finna light this bitch up like a candle
Shooting the parking lot, making a scandal
Now 12 on my ass 'cause
They know I'm a vandal
Two straps on me like a Birkenstock sandal
Shading my name and my city get cancelled
Standing against me
You bound to get trampled
Look at my rivals from back as examples
I don't like talking, I like to go run up
You hear me coming
You better have your gun up
I got to war from tonight 'til the sun up
I will not stop 'til I
Know that y'all done up
All y'all hating, man, go get y'all fuzz up
You try to pass me, my team
They gon' one up rotten my clique
They whole city wan' hunt us
And they trying to join 'cause
There's legends among us

38 on me, I'm making a statement
I'm in your state, nigga
Show me your statements
Just stand right there
We gon' leave your shit bacon
Try me, I'm doing your man in like Peyton
Nigga be talking 'bout all of
This shit on the internet
When they see me, they don't mean it
I got a bullet fuck nigga gon' intercept
If he do attempt to try intervening
Bullet gon' hit through the
Top of the beamer get your head hit
It's gon' split like Melina
We shot out his thighs
Gon' knock out his femur your homie an opp
Heard that boy work for FEMA
Nigga know I keep the Tommy like Dreamer
Rotten the steamer, hop out and eat ya
Nine mil' in the safe, fuck a 9 millimeter
New DE, knock that boy out them Adidas
I don't like talking, I like to get cracking
I wasn't taught how to show no compassion
See your homie? Chalk him if he ever lacking
We ain't gon' act, you gon' get a reaction
Ayy, and it's like that, try gang
Ain't no getting your life back
This flame on my hip, I'ma light that
Feel the pain from this bitch
'fore them lights flash