Cory Gunz - Swear lyrics

(Verse: Hi-Rez) Talk sh**, get smacked with a back hand And the rap game sell a n***a crack game Got the a** and the cash and the whips And it’s fast while we move, it’s gone in the fast lane Flip slow cuz it’s like movin’ fast base Neva gave a f** that you had a bad day Get yo stacks up, you’d betta neva pa** up On any opportunity to get yo f**in’ cash straight It’s a jungle and everybody tryna eat With this batch, I’m a muthaf**in’ lime bee When I see you in the streets right behind me There ain’t a muthaf**a that’s the other hour me(?!) Pissed off like I f**in’ ripped my skin off Y’all on my nerves, so yo girls s** my dick off If she a fan of the team, she’ll go pick off I’mma get rich cuz I seen about a piss boy(?!) First off, word hard to yo hustler It’s just the pedal to the metal to the coaster keep it movin’ through the struggles and the hard times Even if a muthaf**a struggle like a lifetime Run yo mouth and an edible will slice by Don’t get it twisted, boy, I’m not a f**in’ nice guy I need a second that I was able to write rhymes I would die a f**in’ legend on the mic, like Ain’t a muthaf**a know what I been goin’ through If you got a f**in’ dream, have it close to you When you grow up, everybody must say hello to you Y’all know I’m the person to make her stay, but so are you(?!) I don’t judge you, why the f** you judgin’ me Move along, I ain’t givin’ y’all sh** to see Hip-hop, me ya know the epidemy People ain’t get a second meet There ain’t no ghetto good on me, b**h (Hook x2) I’m with a female that look good You know that she cook good She all on my whip wood, I swear to God! Every second is grind time Getting bread like Einstein Friends and enemies front line I swear to God! (Verse 2: Hi-Rez) It’s gettin’ harder to breathe I think I got a disease I’m only at peace when I’m f**in’ these women Or drinking, or when I’m asleep I neva trust the police We sippin’ on ’em mohi’s You got yo hands out like we homies But I do not know you and you don’t know me sh**, I’m waking up and I’m gettin’ it I can take a buck and then flip it Into a million, ain’t f** yo opinion You wastin’ yo breath cuz I ain’t f**in’ listenin’ I’m all alone in my room Thinkin’ about all the sh** I’ve been through I’m so stressed off and pissed off Every time, but I s** it up for my crew I do this sh** fo’ my fam I’m puttin’ all my trust in God’s plans Only reason I’m alive now is my fans Money in my pocket so it’s sagging my pants sh**, how I stock ’em John Taylors My mind all in that paper I load it up and I co*k it back And I aim it right at ’em haters And it’s just me and my thugs Stuck in that house, stuck with my best(?!) I wonder if d**h is the only way out Worry bout my business, homie stay out it Go bout yo mouth then I leave when you toss sh** Mind all in a fog, feeling so lost On my knees prayin to god(?) (Hook) (Verse 3: Cory Gunz) Waddup! Batter up, line ’em up Got a knife, f**in’ em and nine ’em up Ain’t fatigued like a frog in a tree And I pop quicker than a log hit yo knee When you’re climbin’ up, don’t bug Get the wrong one, n***a pull pall with a long gun Push your eyes, I’m a strong son You want beef if you gon’ run Don’t speak if you gon’ Go tweet and you all done (Verse 4: Cory Gunz) p**y n***a! You ain’t know my type a ton I’mma give all my life to rhyme I give all y’all hype the mind Gon’ be ‘live until I k** ’em all Nice try, you can’t f** with mine If the rhymes hit, I’ll support you You need to find a label The wizard did, and a horse shoe And a b**h that won’t divorce you When she find ‘the’ n***a, she lost you Ew! Double way Still long for my on days Four cars, four chains Four arms like Goro Remember when I hit four Glocks on the 4th Had that sh** four cops and a fort train Admiral, more birds in the basket than a Hawk game Ten beef and I mean hand gun beef Beat a n***a outta sweatsuit from ____(?) I don’t think bout sh** when I speak Neither do I seek to impress you when I’m recording I just wanna put my daughters through school Get in a sweatsuit for my ____(?) I remember when I used to whipmen Bought it for myself, I ain’t even had a whip man Bottom line, crazy or professor? We taught the teacher, that’s why when I talk, man I don’t feel no pressure (Hook)