Swifty McVay, Proof - Swift Freestyle lyrics
[Swifty McVay, Proof - Swift Freestyle lyrics]
McVay huh
Dropping grenades pins on you motherfuckers
(Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga)
Dirty Dozen (What, what, what, what)
Who can fuck with us (Nobody-body-body)
Fuck y'all ho ass niggas
'cause y'all don't mean shit to me
(Y'all some hoes)
Or any of my niggas, flat out
Don't let me do something medieval
Where you can hardly walk
I hang with people that'll
Eat your body parts
I'm lethal, on these streets
It ain't peaceful
I can reach whoever that speak
I'll be throwing the beef equal
If you don't keep your heat close
I'ma hang you on a meat post and
Then expose you to these people
This ain't even your occupation
When I'm in a deceitful
Situations, I'ma waste 'em, fuck waiting
And if you wanna say something
Bitch then say it
You be sitting on your waist, go ahead
I ain't playing
I hate men, you gotta problem wit' it, nigga
I love women
But I socked the hell outta bitch
When I confront it, they get wrecked at home
Ticking me off like a metronome
Bullets are flied through they
Flesh and bones without a register chrome
It's been embedded in niggas heads they might
As well leave Swift the fuck alone
You see what happened to Cosby
You probably wouldn't have proudly
But ain't no ducking and dodging me
I gets to fucking you up constantly
Every time I see you
You be thinking you got lots of beef
You Massengale motherfuckers cannot compete
You gay as hell, these are not your streets
So try to attack me
I'm bound to blow up like an Iraqi nigga
With a bomb strapped in back of me
I'm here to laugh at your agony
'Cause actually this masterpiece gon' have a
Lot of niggas mad at me
I automatically blast your chest cavity
When niggas get treated like
The Raggedy Ann family
I'm like 'Semite Sam with two Glocks
Seeing how many men wanna get popped
(Come again)
I cannot stop with this doctrine of Hip Hop
And I got it locked with D-12 (Suck a cock)
You niggas talk a lot of shit
But are you really equipped?
Y'all niggas ain't ready for war
You wanna trip like y'all after Swift
But you ain't really got shit
Y'all niggas ain't ready for war
Ain't this 'bout a bitch
You didn't now these niggas get sick!
Y'all niggas ain't ready for war
I rain on the innocent and the guilty
You finna get ripped
Y'all niggas ain't ready for war
Dropping grenades pins on you motherfuckers
(Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga)
Dirty Dozen (What, what, what, what)
Who can fuck with us (Nobody-body-body)
Fuck y'all ho ass niggas
'cause y'all don't mean shit to me
(Y'all some hoes)
Or any of my niggas, flat out
Don't let me do something medieval
Where you can hardly walk
I hang with people that'll
Eat your body parts
I'm lethal, on these streets
It ain't peaceful
I can reach whoever that speak
I'll be throwing the beef equal
If you don't keep your heat close
I'ma hang you on a meat post and
Then expose you to these people
This ain't even your occupation
When I'm in a deceitful
Situations, I'ma waste 'em, fuck waiting
And if you wanna say something
Bitch then say it
You be sitting on your waist, go ahead
I ain't playing
I hate men, you gotta problem wit' it, nigga
I love women
But I socked the hell outta bitch
When I confront it, they get wrecked at home
Ticking me off like a metronome
Bullets are flied through they
Flesh and bones without a register chrome
It's been embedded in niggas heads they might
As well leave Swift the fuck alone
You see what happened to Cosby
You probably wouldn't have proudly
But ain't no ducking and dodging me
I gets to fucking you up constantly
Every time I see you
You be thinking you got lots of beef
You Massengale motherfuckers cannot compete
You gay as hell, these are not your streets
So try to attack me
I'm bound to blow up like an Iraqi nigga
With a bomb strapped in back of me
I'm here to laugh at your agony
'Cause actually this masterpiece gon' have a
Lot of niggas mad at me
I automatically blast your chest cavity
When niggas get treated like
The Raggedy Ann family
I'm like 'Semite Sam with two Glocks
Seeing how many men wanna get popped
(Come again)
I cannot stop with this doctrine of Hip Hop
And I got it locked with D-12 (Suck a cock)
You niggas talk a lot of shit
But are you really equipped?
Y'all niggas ain't ready for war
You wanna trip like y'all after Swift
But you ain't really got shit
Y'all niggas ain't ready for war
Ain't this 'bout a bitch
You didn't now these niggas get sick!
Y'all niggas ain't ready for war
I rain on the innocent and the guilty
You finna get ripped
Y'all niggas ain't ready for war