I Swea lyrics

[Intro]
I'll blow yo' f*ckin' head off

[Chorus]
I'm 'finna cut the plug like I rage quit
These n*ggas hard, told 'em get they face hits
He knew we was gon' catch his ass, but this sh*t not a bass kit
That n*gga not no Soldier, we gon' catch him with that Mace kit
We could cook it, we can bake it
OG say, "Life what you make it"
If it's a risk, n*gga, I'm gon' take it
You behind the stove, n*gga, we gon' steak it
n*ggas be sweet, n*ggas frosted flaking
I ask you to hand me that pole, you was shaking
I'm off the RP's, I've awaked
Yo' Glock got no attachments, that sh*t naked
I don't need to wait for the house to be open, I break in
I pop me a perc cause it help with the aching

[Verse]
I boosted a '38 to a Scar
I put a big body in a- What?
I put a lil' n*gga in a car
They don't see Aliens on this Audemar
Ayy, sh*t on the Glock, need some AutoParts
b*tch, I'm drifting off the Mario Karts
n*ggas got fruit in them like some Pop-Tarts
.762's f*cking up yo' autops'
If I'm being frank', that n*gga in the Ocean
It's been like since 2016 since these n*ggas had motion
I'ma let the Glock fight if he ask for a promotion
I'm not like these n*ggas, I was handpicked, I was chosen
It's not cap, I swear, I-
[Verse 2]
Like a blind n*gga, b*tch, I got sticks and dogs
Behind the scenes, this sh*t f*cked up, like the Wiz' of Oz
I hand-made this P80, this sh*t don't got flaws
I like designer, I like drugs, I like money and cars
When sh*t get tough, n*ggas turn Lil Nas
I'm 'finna shoot up this b*tch just because
I do not see what the b*tch at it was
She on my wood and she say I get buzz
Yo' G-19 can't get in the club
I get away cause I had a 'lil glove

[Verse 3]
Ayy, b*tch, it's not cap
I been had this flow, it's not bap
f*ck a body bag, we using gift wrap
I put my di*k where her lips at
We got Wock, don't ask where the triss at
His Tombstone where we p*ss at (Nitemare)
I was out in the open, you could've laid, how the f*ck you miss that?
I'm on the frontlines, no kizzap
It ain't no problem, if I ain't hizz at
I'm not Duke don't where the rizz at
Who want a Glock, n*gga, where the b*tch at?
He said he pressed me, where the vids at?
I do not give a f*ck, where the kids at?
f*ck it, now, we catching his hat
This choppa lil' Faygo, I'm letting it Blatt!
[Chorus]
I'm 'finna cut the plug like I rage quit
These n*ggas hard, told 'em get they face hits
He knew we was gon' catch his ass, but this sh*t not a bass kit
That n*gga not no Soldier, we gon' catch him with that Mace kit
We could cook it, we can bake it
OG say, "Life what you make it"
If it's a risk, n*gga, I'm gon' take it
You behind the stove, n*gga, we gon' steak it
n*ggas be sweet, n*ggas frosted flaking
I ask you to hand me that pole, you was shaking
I'm off the RP's, I've awaked
Yo' Glock got no attachments, that sh*t naked
I don't need to wait for the house to be open, I break in
I pop me a perc cause it help with the aching