Swala Row - Bullsh** lyrics

[Intro - DJ Be iLL] Too ill Got my n***a Swala Row in here with me And these n***as on too much f**ing bullsh** [Verse 1 - DJ Be iLL] Uh, Keep talking bullsh** they gon catch halitosis Standing out from them is my main focus If the mic was d** then we finna be overdosing Hashtag Too ILL n***a put the plan in motion Row, bro, they don't know that we flow though? (Nah) They got us bent like kneecaps touching elbows I'm so ill, and I'm not looking for a cure I'm on my second mixtape I guess that makes me a sophmore We do this sh** right here, with no f**ing script They say relationships are hard work easy bu*ton press I finish the sh** I'm not a fan of the sarcasm The beat dead you can tell by the way the speakers spasm If you not rocking with me then you need to play catch up B Everything got to have coordination flow OCD Constantly hating on me, seriously what is you acheiving? The award for biggest a** blocker is what you'll be receiving [Hook] n***as talking cheap because they mouthing off for free They ain't bringing that to me I'm from that 7-7-3 And I put that 3-1-2 into everything I do f**ing up your whole clique it's just me and my crew see This right here is for you n***as on that bullsh** This right here is for you b**hes talking bullshi All you haters, man I swear you smell like bullsh** b**h I'm spitting bullets and them n***as catching full clips [Verse 2 - Swala Row] b**h it's Row, yeah you know I'm from that do or die See the top just like a bull's eye so tryna f** with me is suicide Ho Got a couple songs and you on now? Ya'll m**m n***as ya'll dried out And I'm the red dot between that eyebrow Ya'll broke n***as couldn't buy a vowel Wash ya'll dirt that Tide style This Swala nation we ride out Was from the block but it's miles now b**h you wanna go? You can grab a plummer you can bring the doctor You can call a copper with a couple choppers And you still couldn't stop the flow Dime pieces to ya'll 9 hoes, D Rose to ya'll Rondos Ya'll talking charts we climb those, we from the Chi can't rhyme slow Everybody and your ho know we rap giants fee fye fo Start me up no keys though and I'll k** these n***as like a 4-4 How sick I spit? Swine Flu I'm the illest n***a up out the crew I take a 16 and spit a 32 now what the f** you n***as trying to do? Went bu*t naked to the Antartic, still ain't sh** as cold as me Ain't nobody even close to me now who the f** is you supposed to be? [Hook] [Verse 3 - Swala Row] Yeah there he go going HAM again Going Jean Claude Van Dam again So on point like a camera man n***a (Ah) Around you they run that mouth, around me they cut that out Cause these n***as know what the f** I'm about Chi-town, Drill-a-noise Where them boys go crazy with them toys Can't hang with us you ain't got the poise We the cream of the crop that real Macoy That 3-1-2 that 6-0-6 , that 7-7-3 where the illest spit Man the Chi got to feel this sh** because the Midwest has been chill as sh** But never that we can never nap, I'm here to bring that fire back I'm the face of everything you lack, that's why your boy is running rap That's why you n***as envy me, I'm MVP on MP3 Scared of me like CPD, you got every reason to be When I spit ya'll know what's up, New Mill signed and you f**ed up Some gon say that I lucked up but I don't really give a f** Got DJ with me on the beat, that's when I become a beast So when we see ya'll in the street, just chill that bullsh** that you speak [Hook]