[Chorus: B-Swizz]
Y'all wanna talk about me? 3x
Well homie tell that to my face
I'm going to put out you in your place
Y'all wanna talk about me? 3x
Don't run your mouth homie
Don't be acting like you know me
[Verse 1: B-Swizz]
People think they got me figured out. Wrong
Say they know what's coming out my mouth. Wrong
They ain't on the type of sh** that we. On
Find the realist man that shouldn't be. Long
Cuz I'm right in front of your eyes
Way better than half these guys
Spittin lies, with flow even OGs would despise
I'm the upcoming, the soon to be, the next man
Rookie of the year, the hottest new freshman
I can go rounds of lyrical murder, battery and abuse
I got a grip on this sh** and I don't think you can knock it loose
I'm a co*ky motherf**er n everything I say is the truth
Well I got some news
Talk about me, my name will start to skyrocket
And if you talk about me throw some fire on it, cuz I'm a hot topic
You can't stop it, so why knock it
Hatas gettin mad cuz my names poppin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: B-Swizz]
Y'all can say this, you can say that
You can dish sh**, but you can't take it back
You see all I do is state facts
And raise the bar like state tax
Make you wanna commit suicide on doors like maybachs
And I k** sh**, man you must hate that
You say you got game and make raps
Well ill roll up on your track and smoke that
See my lines and think a genius wrote that
Well that was me, Mr B S W I Z Z
Can't nobody stop me
This ain't just a hobby
This the sh** that I work for
Got your b**h goin berzerk for
Spit a harder flow so it hurts more
If you're looking for talent you don't got to go far
It's clear now who the real rappers are
It just hasn't been said
Me against them I leave the competition dead
And get inside their head
Make em go psychotic
How ironic
Your views are droppin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: B-Swizz]
First things first homie, you don't even know me
So don't talk down when you know that you're below me
If you think your competition you better get up here and show me
k**ing the new comers and taking over slowly
I'm like a pathogen, that makes you never want to rap again
Switch up your design like an old fashion trend
Hatas in their costumes their maskin' again
But their lackin' the edge. needed to battle against
This hip hop soldiers who's popping more than a c**a cola
And about to explode like a supernova
You rap career is super over
Go look for a four leaf clover
And get lucky next time
Cuz my next lines, your best rhymes
My old flows, your new grind
I leave you, behind
The name is B Hynes
If you can't, see why
We shine, you need to, resign
Cuz the world is mine