S.W.A.T lyrics

[Chorus: PVSSYEATER]
We determine when his life ends.
I got no friends.
They all loose ends.
Like her pus*y, sh*t bends.
You bite trends.
I buy islands, luxury, I land.
S.W.A.T, send the shots, POP POP.

[Verse 1: PVSSYEATER]
Shoot death stars.
Cough it up, breath hard.
Undercover, motherf*cker.
X marks the spot.
You dead, as well shot.
Speaking yo sh*t, very old.
There shots, I ain't know.
It burns, I flame tho.
I do my thang.
Let sh*t hang.
BANG BANG
When you get rocked, you get humbled.
If I got rocked, I get stumbled.
I come back to rumblе and plumule.
Cup of murderers.
b*tch, I'm pumping hеr.
Wrist so ice.
b*tch, so fly.
You little dummy, I go hard.
So funny, laugh hard.
Keep comparing girlfriends little b*tch.
Yo gon' get hit with the riddled clip.
I cause a crisis.
I'm isis.
Your life is a slight diss.
Maxing out my rhymes b*tch.
[Verse 2: Multiple$]
I'm never stressing.
I'm pressure pressing.
Forever blessing.
30 round mag to your clout bag.
Throw em, ground drag.
Just talk your sh*t, don't reach for the clip.
The momment you touch the mag, you become a fag.
Don't send bullets, hands, push it.
Send grenades, you been afraid.
Hit yo face, not with a pillowcase.
I penetrate, heading straight to carry weight.
Shooting bodies in winter.
Once white, now red.
Not polite, might ignite.
The bomb, so bright.
Gun go thum thum.
Damage, I blood none.
Mag go drum da da da da.
You motherf*ckers fake.
Shed that skin you snake.
Been here for so long, considered a senior.
So young, they think I'm new here.
I'm 5 star rated, I ain't calling Lester.
You peaking digits.
I'm breaking limits.
Don't carry a strap, carry twin blades.
Don't kill em fast, kill em slow, b*tch.
Only smoke you getting is that vape, don't slip.
Old clip still kill yo old sh*t.
Know b*tch.
[Chorus: PVSSYEATER]
We determine when his life ends.
I got no friends.
They all loose ends.
Like her pus*y, sh*t bends.
You bite trends.
I buy islands, luxury, I land.
S.W.A.T, send the shots, POP POP.

[Verse 3: Hysteria]
S-W-A-T.
Flex trouble you, aim me.
An intellect in effect, inspect.
Riot shield, deny a science field.
AR, I wield.
Aim hard, I still.
Body armor, stomping harder.
I got a lyrical glock, miracle flow.
You see my artillery?
Killed you, that's history.
Kill them easily.
Murder me? You kidding me?
Split them in three, on a killing spree.
I'm dark, devious.
I'm far, frivolous.
My bars always got them heavy thinkin'.
I start to twist and pull their brain cells, leave em tweakin'.
My bars age so fine, I guess that's why they always whine.
You such a pus*y, you pull up with a strap-on.
I shoot up, I got a strap on.
Exploring his block with his glock.
Already killed him and the opps.
Always thinking outside the box.
So damn unorthodox.
I floor the glock, explore the block.
Dora's spot.
This ain't me being woke, it's me being factual
I got lyrical bullets, they ain't tactical.
My lines too lyrics are always adaptive.
My rhymes to physics are always captive.
Flee the scene then act like, what happened here?
Knowing I just killed everyone in there.
[Verse 4: Kaysongetdasmoke & 𝗛𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮]
Those Motherf*ckers the ones we pressing.
Loud mouth, I'm always expressing.
Genius mind, is what I'm possessing.
Actually land those disses, stop guessing.
A demon to you, I pop blessings.
Killed you, I just left your remains.
I lift trains to hit his pains.
Stay in my car, don't switch lanes.
Can't dethrone me, this the king reign.
𝗧𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻'.
I'm playing poker, his eye is what I'm pokin'.
𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻'.
Don't hop on waves, I'm always flowin'.
𝗕𝗶𝗴 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗺 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻'.
Stuttering bars, you f*ckin' chokin'.
𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽, 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻.
No subliminal disses, I ain't sugar coatin'.
𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗿, 𝗶'𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻'.
These packs, I'm always smokin'.
𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸, 𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻'.
TMT, the bombs I'm throwin'.
𝗛𝗶𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗻'.
Killed 5 bodies, I got no emotion.
𝗛𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗴, 𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻'.
You in my reticle.
The way you writing is quite skeptical.
It looks like mine, identical.
You frightened, brittle.
S-W-A-T, at yo AV.
Blow up that audio.
Then we say f*ck it, adios.

[Chorus: PVSSYEATER]
We determine when his life ends.
I got no friends.
They all loose ends.
Like her pus*y, sh*t bends.
You bite trends.
I buy islands, luxury, I land.
S.W.A.T, send the shots, POP POP.