Typ iLL - Swing s**a lyrics

(Typ iLL Verse One) I got a question for you haters, check What you mad at me for? 'Cause ya'll ain't made it yet? Ill never sweat it you can bet that I deal with the hate I'm multi-talented, Ill figure 4 your who*e while doing figure 8's Seven figure my dinner plate, I bee hungry from get go Heaven sent to the sinners place, I been coming, God said so Up and coming a winners place, I been running since first breath Ok Ok, really though, I been running since first step T Y P in this b**h and I got to make this verse worth it Not an option to drop me, go cop me, I'm worth the purchase Hustled to make my first check, muscle flexing on benches Military minded, tryna survive in these trenches I realize that my time is now, come find me and sign me now My quality's top shelf, 'cause quantity burns me out Insomnia got me writing perfection, I need this Point proven, wrote this joint last week I ain't sleep yet Swing s**a (Hook) You got a problem with me? You want a piece of me? Its not a question, these mother f**as ain't seeing me Too many haters made me, me, not worried about it Too many tough guys won't swing, they scared about it Swing s**a, Sw-Swing s**a (yea) Swing s**a, Sw-Swing s**a (uh huh) Swing s**a, Sw-Swing s**a s**a s**a... Take your best shot (Ali Vegas Verse 2) Give me a steal mic, Ill show you I'm the iLL Typ Its so wrong that critics think that i still write My lyrics just feel like,that i can take off and land of mars Whenever I feel like You sitting on the block, I be whipping in a drop like you pissing in a pot Flowing sick over sick beats is a sickness that I got Y'all make songs to listen to Me, I make lyrics n***as watch So swing s**a, my and my Queens nukkas Looking for a reason to dirty up our clean chuckas Never disrespect my prime This what happens when you start comparing me and just let me rhyme Who got a problem, we solve 'em We either carve or revolve 'em, once them bullets get lodged in You seen them goons and them goblins Start looking for Sergeants, Pointing out Typ & Veg and the rest of the squadron HOOK (Typ iLL Verse 3) I got a question for you non believers disguised as supporters Asking how the rapping's doing, claiming that you're in my corner I got no corners, I move with a circle holding a virtue We business minded, we grinding, interfere and i will hurt you Ill murk you until you purple Exert you until burn to me verbal beyond your purview You gerbil, ain't no one heard you Including your girl tripping, I'll get her out of that girdle A s**er for lollipops and high heels and s**y perfume Im rocking something I copped off my hustle, Im feeling lovely Still sip 40's, now I can sip that bubbly My zipper is custom made for the groupies and they all love me My shorty flipping out but its not my fault that I'm studly Ugly, in this game but knowing its all the same For the fortune and fame, you will remember the name I make my own lane, my label gave me the pen Sign my name on the line, one time, DCM (Hook)