SWAT sh*t lyrics

by

Pusha T


[Intro]
Yeah, Kream Clicc Gang, bang
(My n*gga I don't know, sh*t, I don't)
f*ck-ass n*gga

[Hook]
And this that straight from the SWAT sh*t
Like beefing over coke
You could get your soda popped, sh*t
Loose as*h*le, never know when I'ma drop sh*t
Competition constipation, got 'em scared to drop sh*t
Hogspit, n*ggas leaving n*ggas end up Brad Pitt

[Verse 1]
The blunt lit, like Kobe with the sweet I never pass it
Derek Jeter with the bat, man I been robbing
Gold grills in his mouth like a dentist I'ma rob him
Bombed him like Baghdad
Hundred bombs Iraq
Selling weed I Pakistan
When the cops came, Iran
And then preceded to drop more bars than Vicodins
Yeah my Glock plastic but bodies what I'm recycling, n*gga

[Hook]
This that straight from the SWAT sh*t
Like beefing over coke
You could get your soda popped, sh*t
Loose as*h*le, never know when I'ma drop sh*t
Competition constipation, got 'em scared to drop sh*t
Hogspit, n*ggas leaving n*ggas end up Brad Pitt
Hogspit, n*ggas leaving n*ggas end up Brad Pitt
Hogspit, n*ggas leaving n*ggas end up Brad Pitt
Hogspit, n*ggas leaving n*ggas end up Brad Pitt
[Verse 2]
They be sleeping on Young Max
But I'm about to wake 'em
Chains release with the flow
I spit As-salamu alaykum
Painting vivid pictures with the wordplay, no pencil
I'll sharp the lead, erase your f*cking head with the pencil
I slice like Kimbo
Kush burning my mental
Getting dumb brain from a basic b*tch, that's simple
I'ma make her pus*y tremble
Jack it and she sucked the pimple
Virgin [?]
I'ma pop her f*cking cherry like a pimple
You rap n*ggas b*tches mane
I squeeze Ks and [?]
Shoot up your funeral
Take a p*ss on your grave (Your grave)
The Glock c*cked, I won't stop
I stop popped in at you n*ggas like Gumdrops
It's dumb hot
Keep the steel like the welder
Keep the musket like the pilgrims
Seen n*ggas move weight but didn't touch it like Matilda
Tools, Bob the Builder
Kill your momma and your sister
We can smoke it out the heater
It's paper, bongs or the Swishers
[Hook]
Cause it's that straight from the SWAT sh*t
Like beefing over coke
You could get your soda popped, sh*t
Loose as*h*le, never know when I'ma drop sh*t
Competition constipation, got 'em scared to drop sh*t
Hogspit, n*ggas leaving n*ggas end up Brad Pitt
Hogspit, n*ggas leaving n*ggas end up Brad Pitt
Hogspit, n*ggas leaving n*ggas end up Brad Pitt
Hogspit, n*ggas leaving n*ggas end up Brad Pitt

[Verse 3]
I'm tragic like spitting acid in children's caskets (Ha ha)
Asthmatic, waiting to exhale like Angela Bassett
Grabbed the ratchet and peel you backwards
It shows like closed-captions
Make your ass crack like a b*tch that need chapstick
Put the plastic to your head, like Jermaine [?]
Put two nines to his chest, call a n*gga Warren Sapp
Y'all n*ggas got that reggie flow
Young Max spit crack
Shoot it at your fitted cap
Make your towel snap back (Back, back)
Make your towel snap back (Back, back)
Make your towel snap back
f*cking with the Kream, you ain't gotta ask
Young Max spit crack and I squeeze gats n*gga
[Hook]
Cause it's that straight from the SWAT sh*t
Like beefing over coke
You could get your soda popped, sh*t
Loose as*h*le, never know when I'ma drop sh*t
Competition constipation, got 'em scared to drop sh*t
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