Pyrex Swing (feat. Cole the VII)

Lean, pyrex swig, my hopper and chop man's hat
Them boy love talk and the net, but live in the flesh, them man turn flash
What's the angle, show me now, wet, wet, make man drown
If I see that pig in a hundred percent, I will back it out

Rise that guts and speech, it's a one man step, I do it bro, my slam, my fucking ski
Ghostly make that dot dot beat, please, we don't wanna come with G's
We might step on twos or fours, make that ting hot, smolder like tea
Old Stambo, we throw up C's, G man run off and eat their gans

I can never do that, no lies, onto broad day or onto iron
Jack in a box, hop out, surprise, on my life, should've grabbed my knife
Come to the block, get bunged, and hold that slip, chink bro, boy just punch in his lung
Like who's that you, bro bring that, let me go insane, let me do it how I done did

Yeah we have two, two man on my blade, saw my face and they all take cash but
I didn't come for a passer, hitting these back like kaka, grab the pass and spread that like Dakar
We grip on shanks, cover, yeah they gonna ride back, sack, they don't rap for their back
You smoke them gans and you up, that's that, they joking, they still get void

Might hop out the car and shoot, back in shank, don't drop that T
With a bandana, we chink it fast, saw my B, don't step on my court, get bun
My slayer with shanks and guns, I know guys that be for fun
Slip, get chinked, you don't wanna get bun, how can he talk on me

Now shhh, this is a walk in Casper, tryna leave man red like Jasper
Already know he's a well known actor, don't lie, tell the truth, and the truth will set you free
It weren't you that done that drill, it was A to the block up here
Swing my arm, tryna come out to three, if it's two in a dot, say I beat it

Telling my rhymes that one, brought in your glove, tryna come out to pieces
Pop it in my Benz, tryna wrap mine up like Shiro
Push it home, my shank got bent, racks, racks multiply by ten
Oh nah, I can't hear no pagans, but it's come back and seen like Raven

You go be the boss and spray it, best run, don't trip on laces
Got packed on a off-license, oh well, we go again
Like how many Jews try step and then got racked into pieces, them
In the vent, they get wet, short, check, repeat with strength

I don't know what I be for them, or son of God, let me read again
I've done numerous nails and brawl, in the end, if you smoke on that Benz
A bit of the opium, mix it in my broach, till I swing out my rat pole
Telling my hip that I couldn't get clean, no joke, when I back out my 15th brawl

Been booming like speakers, no wonder your girl comes home, bang
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