PYREX SWING ft. COLE THE VII Lyrics

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Bell, bell, bell, bell, lean

Pyrex swing, my hopper and chop man's hat

Them boy love talk and the neck but live in the flesh, them man turn flash

What's the angle, show me now

Wet, wet, make man drown

If I see that pig in 100% I will back it out

Rise that guts and speech

It's a one man step, I do it bro

My slam, I fucking ski

Ghosting me the dot dot beat

Please, you don't wanna come with cheese

We might step for twos or fours

Make them tingles, all that like tea

I was down but we flew up seas

She man run off and leave the gang

I can never do that, no lies

Onto broad day, yo, onto high

Jack in the box, hop out, surprise

On my life, should've gripped my knife

Come to the block, get burned

And hold that slip

Chink, bro, boy, just punch in his lung

Aye, who's that you

Yo, bring that, let me go insane

Let me do it how I done did

Yeah, we have two, two man on my blade

Saw my face and they all take cash but

I didn't come for pass up

It in his back like khakha

Grab the pass and spread that like Dhaka

We grip on shanks

Cause we're sick, yeah, they're gonna rap back

Psych, they don't rap for their back

Smoke them guns and you up, that's that

They talk and they still get void

Might hop out the car and shoot

Back in shack, don't drop that tea

Would've been another chick if I saw my

Jon, step on my core, get burned

My slayer is shanks and guns

I know guys that peep for fun

Slip, get chinked, you don't wanna get burned

How can he talk on me

Now, this is a walking Casper

Tryna leave my red like Jasper

Already know he's a well-known actor

Don't lie, tell the truth

And the truth will set you free

It weren't you that done that drill

It was A to the block up here

Swing my arm, tryna come out to three

If it's two in a dodge, I beat it

Tell him I rise that one

Put in your glove, tryna come out to pieces

Pop it in my Benz

Tryna wrap man up like Chyro

Push it on my shank, don't bend

Racks, racks multiply by ten

Oh, now I can't hear no Pagans

But it's come back and see like Raven

You go be the boss and spray it

Best run, don't trip on laces

Got packed in an off-license

Oh well, we go again

Like how many youths try steppin' in

Got broken to pieces then

And if it, if it get wet

Shot, check, repeat with strength

I don't know what I feed from them

You're a son of God, let me read again

Done numerous glides with bro

In the end, we smoke on the Benz

A bit of the opp, you mix him in roach

Till I swing out my raté pole

Tell em I get back up

Get clean, no joke

When I back out, my 15th bro

Been booming like speakers

No wonder your girl comes home

Bang