URLtv, Swavatar Jack, Trackz - Swavatar Jack vs. Trackz lyrics
[URLtv, Swavatar Jack, Trackz - Swavatar Jack vs. Trackz lyrics]
Snitch nigga!
The type to run wit' the cops, but not me!
Big (g) 'Ki'll let it BOOM! if you tryna ID (Ah Di)!
This my tournament
Only means it's time to torment
Sayin' I ain't a killer? Y'all buggin'
Today, I'm a Charlotte Hornet!
Far from orphan
Six feetsneeze wrong: get the largest coffin
(coughin') social distance
I'm wipin' his nose: he got COVID symptoms!
Mo' could (Mocha) spit on Caffeine, nigga
Fold ya (Folger) shit in! Go another route
Slumpin' son, like on your mother couch
The 'K'll (kale) turn up (turnip) at your
Cabbageyou'll be a Brussels sprout!
The vegetable
Keep me a Desert, but never left a clue
'Cause we don't do hit's
That's unprofessional i'm launchin' missiles
You know the deal
Ain't tryna bargain wit' you
Carvin' scriptures on point wit' a lot
Of lead: sharpened pencils paintin' pictures
Shit, even the fakest nigga
Say my art official (artificial)!
That's a round
90-second rounds? Fuck it
No time to play, eyein' straight
New firing pin, scope on the Kalashnikov
Iron 'K you dyin' today
Your guy in the way, he vyin' to pay
Target practice, admire the play
Inspiring fate 9 in your
Here's what I'm trying to say!
I'm off the rip wit' it
The entire grip'll drop ya crowd
Like the sire tripped
I'll let it fly and dip suppressor added
Charlie Chaplin: silent clip!
I really mean this!
My weapon cache be the meanest!
I'll make him lean with things
You seen in Kingsman!
I'll free your soul and Hell retrieve it
Just so I can come through
And eat the demons!
I'll treat your queen like a
Life raft with new
The type to run wit' the cops, but not me!
Big (g) 'Ki'll let it BOOM! if you tryna ID (Ah Di)!
This my tournament
Only means it's time to torment
Sayin' I ain't a killer? Y'all buggin'
Today, I'm a Charlotte Hornet!
Far from orphan
Six feetsneeze wrong: get the largest coffin
(coughin') social distance
I'm wipin' his nose: he got COVID symptoms!
Mo' could (Mocha) spit on Caffeine, nigga
Fold ya (Folger) shit in! Go another route
Slumpin' son, like on your mother couch
The 'K'll (kale) turn up (turnip) at your
Cabbageyou'll be a Brussels sprout!
The vegetable
Keep me a Desert, but never left a clue
'Cause we don't do hit's
That's unprofessional i'm launchin' missiles
You know the deal
Ain't tryna bargain wit' you
Carvin' scriptures on point wit' a lot
Of lead: sharpened pencils paintin' pictures
Shit, even the fakest nigga
Say my art official (artificial)!
That's a round
90-second rounds? Fuck it
No time to play, eyein' straight
New firing pin, scope on the Kalashnikov
Iron 'K you dyin' today
Your guy in the way, he vyin' to pay
Target practice, admire the play
Inspiring fate 9 in your
Here's what I'm trying to say!
I'm off the rip wit' it
The entire grip'll drop ya crowd
Like the sire tripped
I'll let it fly and dip suppressor added
Charlie Chaplin: silent clip!
I really mean this!
My weapon cache be the meanest!
I'll make him lean with things
You seen in Kingsman!
I'll free your soul and Hell retrieve it
Just so I can come through
And eat the demons!
I'll treat your queen like a
Life raft with new