Swala Row - Semi-Automatic lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a Uzi with a clip that look like full length movies I got that toolie for them n***as that be tryna do me You the sh**? You n***as booty, all you dudes confuse me You don't like it? Well excuse me, s** a dick and sue me I'm like a AK-47 yeah b**h I'm a weapon Boy that trigger I be flexin, better get to steppin Aye, I'm the best up in my section pardon my reflection But I came to spit correction to these rappers tryna to test [Hook] And I got something for you f*ggots that be acting savage Wipe yo a** up off the map and motherf** yo atlas You be moving I be shooting like it's target practice Treat these n***as like a salad how I split yo cabbage How I sound when I be rapping just be triggers clapping Hammers blasting at yo captain, k** in k**er fashion f** the static, co*k it back, and then there's something tragic Got a gat up in my raps, semi-automatic [Verse 2] Just like Tech N9ne I got the best rhyme So when you under stressed time ain't no sweat I'm That n***a that be so prime when I flex mine You in cardiac arrest like you committing chest crimes Now who got that M16, MC k**in machine Hidden under smokescreens like a f**in marine Put that lead in ya head ain't no need for a med The infrared left him dead is what the paramedic said I'm better with barrettas to you b**hes I'm leather Way too hard, leave you scarred, a G is not yo type of letter Get you trendsetters altogether come and join the weather Bullet rain get you wetter than a p**y f**ed forever Come and get this Mac 11 take it for a spin Tryna show me what's within but my patience runnin thin With you f** n***as, duck n***a, motherf** yo kin I got a clip and some juice mixed with a little gin [Hook] So I got something for you f*ggots that be acting savage Wipe yo a** up off the map and motherf** yo atlas You be moving I be shooting like it's target practice Treat these n***as like a salad how I split yo cabbage How I sound when I be rapping just be triggers clapping Hammers blasting at yo captain, k** in k**er fashion f** the static, co*k it back, and then there's something tragic Got a gat up in my raps, semi-automatic [Interlude] Jo that n***a like *gun sounds* x3 Uh [Verse 3] If you n***as think that's crazy let me switch off the safety I'm screamin f** you b**hes pay me and I'll show you my .380 To put it plainly, you all babies, b**h them giants done raised me All you ladies never phase me b**h I'll bust you while I'm swayze Now we dead locked no feds, cops, just headshots Hopin that that lead stops put yo a** to bed boxed I'm slicker than a red fox, know this boy spread Glocks Slugs like a French pot, leave yo a** pregged, knocked Clips to the tip who spit sicker than this? Or quicker than piss? It's equally sick if I miss f** your clique or who you stick with, New Mill up in this b**h Swala till I'm dismissed, spittin till I click click [Hook] I got something for you f*ggots that be acting savage Wipe yo a** up off the map and motherf** yo atlas You be moving I be shooting like it's target practice Treat these n***as like a salad how I split yo cabbage How I sound when I be rapping just be triggers clapping Hammers blasting at yo captain, k** in k**er fashion f** the static, co*k it back, and then there's something tragic How I spit it to the limit fully automatic x2 [Outro] Not talkin about guns my n***a It's just how I sound when I'm rappin Everytime you put headphones on, it's like putting two Glocks to your brain As soon as you press play I'm infiltrating your head Full penetration to you hoe n***as Yeah New Mill