Artist: → Swish reezy
{Intro: Swish reezy & Orator-s}
You know its been pretty nice dropping music and shit you know
It’s kind of cool and all
But niggas still don’t think I can just drop that shit on them
Like some good shit, or some classics
You know what bring the beat in, bring it in
«Ight ill bring it in»
Yeah — uh
You know what lets just go in, lets just-
«ORATOR»
{Verse 1: Swish reezy}
On my Marty McFly shit. tell them that the futures back
Added easy to my name cause it has always been that
Hear niggas taking shots, but I don’t see a mac
Better play yours cards right, no booster packs
I be on that other shit like culdesac
These ain’t punchlines no more, I’m abusing tracks
Got my bitch wetter then pacific oceans, sitting there waiting for that specific motion
Harder in the paint then most of these little niggas combined
Compared to peers my flows way more refined
Just copped the maroon 5’s, no Adam Levine
Like the sun if you block me, I’ll still find a way to shine
These niggas is hard as soft served beverages
They told me my career was the one that parishes
Got this lettuce, bread, cheese making sandwiches
That’s why you niggas fail like all of your parents marriages
{Verse 2: Orator-s}
Arrogant riding down the street, all white carriages
I meant Benzes, I’m ending the heat
The snow on my feet, cooler then ranch
Got hoes in the seat, my mans in sync, my hands in 3
Cut it open hand you the beat, I’m thrice what he is
Hand you the Febreze, cuz it stink like feces
Oh boy, you never seen this, going in on the beat
I’m with a girl and she rub my feet and reez say
{Verse 3: Swish reezy}
Dude mad about the girl I’m with
I’m fly, she fly, while you are just a penguin
Winning all the time, like the saints in madden 11
I’m killing beats need a service with a Huston reverend
But right now in the game, I ain’t starting with shit
Like CJ Williams I’m doing this with no assist
I don’t give a fuck if I left niggas pissed
How could Number 1 be number 2 cause I am the shit — bitch
{Verse 4: Orator-s}
If he’s the shit then I’m diarrhea
I’m more then chi — chi — chi — chi — chia
Hand you pizza, ma — ma — ma — mia
Oh my lord yo can’t us, ghost like Hiroshima
I’m preus yeah, right next to me is the new limusina
Yeah that’s my primas
Fuck Dimas, fuck Diaz and fuck the school
They tryna keep us and, what they love?
{Verse 5: Swish reezy}
People love picking my pockets like I got extra cash
Trash rap niggas always claim they shit bold and brash
But really they new shit belongs in trash
Flyer then the motherfucking mother ship, you ostrich
Enjoying the best things in my life
Cause I know I ain’t get to live it twice — uh
Listen to my music and flames is what will burn ya
If its too hot leave the kitchen — Shokugeki no Soma