Ish (aka Butterfly) - Swing lyrics

Ish: Don't give me your swing I got mines and that's the thing Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings Geechie: Don't give me your swing I got mine and that's the thing Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring Verse One: Geechie Suede Now for the grab the stash(?) To the alley Varner(?) any splash Tryin not to crash Swervin got the la-la on the dash Getting bent up in the armored truck Stuck him for his glam sh** is candy yams Now we movin on the ancient mans(?) They using psycho vision For the Valentino Gorabani(?) f** Armani bu*ter We above these climbs Hiest the harbours Word to godfathers getting bleed Chasing on (?) down to Venice Tellin sire bout my alley runnin ways Thats how it was cus Now they got us blammin at the fuzz Its all gun and poses On a bed of roses gettin shugged Wrap him in a rug Leave him on the roof till he stink Hit the pool-hall Fled the calico and watch him blink Movin on Picaso Painting my portraits and condos Cuz when the Lo blows Only the Lo knows who doe knows (hey hey) Ish: Don't give me your swing I got mines and that's the thing Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring Geechie: Don't give me your swing I got mine and that's the thing Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring Verse Two: Ish (check this) I don't hate players, Im from the crown rhyme sayers Whatever kid- sayers get down with no delaying I play my cards shark style, kings and aces Welcome to New York the illest of all places I never bleed even through this plaza of greed You got the rarest, true ain't game in yo world Not them Forrest Gump n***as with shades and S-curls (uh) I tilt my crown fly I'm trying to angle you girl The me and you alliance, is no doubt the fly science We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style The million dollar necks word go head crack a smile My name is Ish and that's something even in this tish Of pimps, players, hustlers, and k**ahs and they wish Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame Your complex attitude intrigue me...stronger than blow You know, we can play the scenes like Pacino and Pfieffer My queen'll shine on brinks three karats and brighter Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers(?) tighter Them clown kids you dealt never belt I came around swift and got felt That champagne brand name style got melt My man k**ah Jules put me close to these j**els Thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools (crush em..peace) Yo yo, Dont give me your swing I got mines and thats the thing Its not your swing Its mines and thats the thing So all that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings All that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings