Mibbs - Sway In The Morning Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa] I spit that ugly face like a dude had a bad mood p**y blew it, bud clot when the act rude Trying to flex and get embara**ed like a baboon Birds I don't feed no seeds till I be posted on the porch like a raccoon Rap funny, they tried to Play you like you soft or portray you some type of trap goon I'm from the hood, to be exact 47th For shorties'll catch you lacking, you carried and buried under wood Six men'll hold your casket You only come off the bench to take a stand, you a snitch, witnesses get subtracted I'm back to where I began and that's to pa** your exit As far as first impressions I'm breaking the mold [Verse 2: Mibbs] Better call your best troops, we let loose All OE Tropicana with the best juice At this moment every moment is a chess move I see your chances getting slimmer than a test tube To walk like I walk you need your best shoes But sorry I don't walk no more, call me JetBlue You couldn't get at me if I let you Cause everything I spit is nasty like pet food Atchoo, eww, that's rude This neighborhood was never easy to pa** through Give me the order and I'mma get to slaughtering This year I make careers shorter than tattoo It so happens I got a sh**load of talent Line so thin you gotta tip toe to balance There's nothing in the world I've ever been so proud of But my first mixtape, that was my first mistake Cause the second one was stupider, what could you do to us? You down to earth n***as, we reside on Jupiter And you could've thought of something lucrative to do with us [Verse 3: Vic Mensa] After the band, before the bands I never really went solo I always kept a cup of n***as with me Taking shots, better hit your mark Three come for you, it might get sticky Like a drunk Santa dropping his Henny down the chimney Smoking Christmas trees, Happy New Year Knew I was the future before the present They questioning if I should move out of the city Really ain't much left to do here, but I'm still here If you on a wheelchair then come pop a wheelie Traffic, traffic looking through my taxes Been traveling so much I got out of state rates Overseas plates shift the parentheses, different brackets I'm Freddy fire starter you're more like bury the hatchet Shush your mouth, you don't wanna smoke You hide behind the mirror, scared to look yourself in the eye I know you fear me, it's apparent Like a mother of five trying to feed her family Your food on the table [?] the chef [?] [Verse 4: Mibbs] Yo, it's black shades and black beanies, feel me? Cut the track and put it out, call that a freebie All the girls wanna dance and rub their titties They only got love for hundreds, fifty's My Compton n***as is rocking Dickies Hollywood n***as is rocking skinny's As long as you n***as is rocking with me I could give a f** about that s**a sh** My sh** got slapped Who's that creeping down peek hole like that? Really in a golf chair leaning like that And I'd catch a case if I beat it like that Girl, I remember you, you used to be a sleeper But when the sleeper go to sleep that's when they meet the reaper Hennessy and reefer, just leave it to Bieber Quit talking about your dick, bruh, that sh** never please her [Verse 5: Tokyo Shawn] It's SaveMoney, save money to the grave money It's really nothing you could really take from me I know my wave coming I'm off the top more often than not, what it gave for me Like, you could take me to the grave something I'd probably take something, but they could never wait for me I see them gaining interest, that's late money Now that wave coming I dropped the coffee, but I caught it, quick action But I'm never lacking in the field, but I'm always packing If they asking I'm tough acting [?] I'm playing Madden, but slacking They always slacking and macking 'em Probably off of the top with it And they just changing all the topics Something like it's tropic, but I'm never stopping it And now I'm off with it [Verse 6: Vic Mensa] Probably off of the top with it Back in school, selling a fool, that was hypotheses Now I'm in Jamaica, I be out where the tropics is I just took my girl to vacation, they still waiting You still late, can't even get your late pa** But I'm right back cause you know I'm smoking great gra** [Verse 7: Tokyo Shawn] I said, who, I said it's Tokyo If I don't remember your name, sorry, don't get emotional I mean I'm wavy, I'm probably gonna make the lake overflow I mean I'm wavy, I'm wavy, I'll probably flip a motorboat I'll probably go and overdose Off on some sh** I never did before, I'm indigo I mean the G's did it indigo You can't even find them in the go I'm off the top with it changing the topic I mean I'm Philosoraptor with it [Verse 8: Mibbs] Show love to the ratchets Hit the suburb for that white girl action Know your sports, n***a, know your fashion Know that you don't give a f**, you tell a n***a what's happening All day, Merrill Lynch, marijuana, Mary everything k** the game and the mic, explode everything Shout out to Sway, shout out to Tech Shout out to my ladies, shout out to the respect I come through with a freestyle verse [Verse 9: Tokyo Shawn] In the morning with Sway, in the morning with Sway I'm with Vic, yeah my homie [???], where's Trey? SaveMoney, here the take of the day Here to save the day, take over the global sh** I mean I'm new to this And they just see me walk in the room, they probably noticed it Bun in they hair but probably open it See the girl getting legs open, something like the [?] [Verse 10: Vic Mensa] I'm in the back of the black Uber and you know I'm smoking it These other n***as is lame, they do not be poking it They lying on they sh**, that's why b**h be steady be steady lying on my dick Like I had a frying pan on my sh** Because I'm steady in my kitchen whipping water when I'm across the border, tried to get me dirty My boy thirty, I'm twenty, I'm about to come up, money coming up plenty And they can't see me, can't defend me, can't [?] me, automatic [??], clac-click him, clac stick him [Verse 11: Tokyo Shawn] All the 90's babies, 90's baby 90's made me, the 90's made me, the 90's raised me Me and Victor, we in the [?], we off the mixture We off the [?] of the jeans, ain't got no zipper, the hell we saying [Verse 12: Vic Mensa] She got an iPhone five, I wanna take a picture Now I'm sipping on that purple potion, that elixir, (that elixir) Look, these n***as know that Vic get live That's why I got three nights this week at Terminal Five You can catch me from Toronto, and all the way to Montreal [Verse 13: Mibbs] Hitting your sister Individual spitter Big Mibbs that n***a Pac Divsion is my crew I'm with Vic Mensa, you know how we do We on this sh**, south by southwest, come catch me Me and Scoop DeVille, on a jet ski [Verse 14: Tokyo Shawn] See the face up on the poster, me and Vic we on a tour with Disclosure And they see we light it up, changing the exposure Tell them that I'm kosher, tell her come closer Tell them [???] [Verse 15: Vic Mensa] Tell them [???], you know they spotlight is over Me I keep a cold gla** of wine on the coaster If you looking on the mannequin, you can see my name on the poster You know they over, you far but I'm closer Closure, shoutout to [?], she never get (shoutout to Hova) Shoutout to Jay Hova, [?] at the United Center [Verse 16: Mibbs] Shoutout to Weezy, shoutout To Yeezy We do this sh** so easy, the freestyle's like peasys Easy, cleasy, n***as don't understand I'm like Georgia Weezy What's happening, n***as done rapping Spitting, kicking, clapping, guns clapping [Verse 17: Tokyo Shawn] Clapping never lacking [??], he [?], what did he say? What did he say, she say, they saying that cliche But they be rapping and they be talking and never say sh** It's okay because we almost famous [Verse 18: Vic Mensa] We in this b**h [?] cliche, I be sipping that [?] Shoutout to Donnie Trumpet, that's my brother Nico And my stock up like the NASDAQ n***as no answers like Sway in the math cla** Back that, pa** that, you know I'm [??] I'm ash on the gas then pa** out When she at my crib give me a** then I pa** out People last up or last out [Outro: Sway] There it is, there it is! Yo, I want the end, on that last metaphor Vic Mensa, give it up for Vic Mensa! Give it up for Mibbs! Tokyo making his debut on Sway in the Morning! Yo, that was one of the sickest, that was the sickest cypher this year!