J Toppa - Rittz - Fuck Swag (wri...
• Written by HoshJobson
HoshJobson's Notes
Just me bustin' some rhymes. No meaning other than general problems, and some boasting. Fast, cutting syllable style and a beat that goes hard. #fuckswag #Rittz
Yo, stupid motherfuckers dont know what they get into when they go fuck with me
sucks to see you when you get into some stupid love with these
rubber sleeves, if you know what i mean?
Girl, why you think I'm cheatin'? It's like this every weekend
With all the motherfuckin' guys get the ladies why they drinkin' then
they peek while they're asleep and then they sneak it in, (whoops, there we go!)
You're cheap again!
Currently I'm watching all this shit from a flatscreen
I'm in some high definition, and my drift is catching
Your girl just flashed me, she was just passing
Pick her up and then I'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks
Kinda lame isn't it if this business isn't nasty?
Yelawolf shit with Rittz and speakers in the back seat
welcome to my brain, high enough to fly planes
get a little bit a this and bitches cannot catch me
2:30 in the mornin', steady but I'm soarin'
Can't feel my hands or my face but man the drugs are never borin'
I've always wanted freedom so free I became
Since knee high, I see lies, and here I'm deranged
Here lies the blame, the better times that never came
Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.
Feeling so drained, nah I can't ever be the same
Thinkin' about the tangled memories that's harbored in my brain
(Fuck yes.)
Fuck Swag x8
(Inturlude) 4 measures "Rap shit's crazy for sure.. " "Fuck swag" "Yup, here it comes"
Everybody wanna tell me how, they wanna tell me when
wanna try to get me out the game, I play to win
failure ain't a fuckin' option gotta make it bend
locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them
But then I break within, clean the slate again
so many rappers and the music's got to play for them
If i can't just be rappin' for a hobby than shit, I ain't never comin' back
let the games begin
I said I need another bottle, these pills are hard to swallow
and if you say you cant swallow then I say you're fucked
You better go and figure it out, instead of pout, get out now before
you go and push your luck
Naw I'm done fuckin' around, I'll put it down
If I can't get money I'd rather be down some pounds
Head spinnin' like a Ferris Wheel, round and round,
They put my name on fuckin Platinum, gold is pound for pound.
I'm hearin' this shit, your rhymes are sour tastin' like lime
Your shit's fromunda cheese, I fucking wasted my time
actin' like I'm a dump truck, dumpin' this trash over your night grind
Get picked, then you say you gotta lickitty split, put these motherfuckers to rest
like it was past they fuckin night time
Exit: J Toppa... this Hosh Jobson... Shoutout to all the homies.
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HoshJobson
Member since March 26 2014