Semi-Automatic by Swala Row Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm a Uzi with a clip that look like full length movies
I got that toolie for them niggas that be tryna do me
You the shit? You niggas booty, all you dudes confuse me
You don't like it? Well excuse me, suck a dick and sue me
I'm like a AK-47 yeah bitch I'm a weapon
Boy that trigger I be flexin, better get to steppin
Aye, I'm the best up in my section pardon my reflection
But I came to spit correction to these rappers tryna to test
[Hook]
And I got something for you faggots that be acting savage
Wipe yo ass up off the map and motherfuck yo atlas
You be moving I be shooting like it's target practice
Treat these niggas like a salad how I split yo cabbage
How I sound when I be rapping just be triggers clapping
Hammers blasting at yo captain, kill in killer fashion
Fuck the static, cock it back, and then there's something tragic
Got a gat up in my raps, semi-automatic
[Verse 2]
Just like Tech N9ne I got the best rhyme
So when you under stressed time ain't no sweat I'm
That nigga that be so prime when I flex mine
You in cardiac arrest like you committing chest crimes
Now who got that M16, MC killin machine
Hidden under smokescreens like a fuckin marine
Put that lead in ya head ain't no need for a med
The infrared left him dead is what the paramedic said
I'm better with barrettas to you bitches I'm leather
Way too hard, leave you scarred, a G is not yo type of letter
Get you trendsetters altogether come and join the weather
Bullet rain get you wetter than a pussy fucked forever
Come and get this Mac 11 take it for a spin
Tryna show me what's within but my patience runnin thin
With you fuck niggas, duck nigga, motherfuck yo kin
I got a clip and some juice mixed with a little gin
[Hook]
So I got something for you faggots that be acting savage
Wipe yo ass up off the map and motherfuck yo atlas
You be moving I be shooting like it's target practice
Treat these niggas like a salad how I split yo cabbage
How I sound when I be rapping just be triggers clapping
Hammers blasting at yo captain, kill in killer fashion
Fuck the static, cock it back, and then there's something tragic
Got a gat up in my raps, semi-automatic
[Interlude]
Jo that nigga like *gun sounds* x3
Uh
[Verse 3]
If you niggas think that's crazy let me switch off the safety
I'm screamin fuck you bitches pay me and I'll show you my .380
To put it plainly, you all babies, bitch them giants done raised me
All you ladies never phase me bitch I'll bust you while I'm swayze
Now we dead locked no feds, cops, just headshots
Hopin that that lead stops put yo ass to bed boxed
I'm slicker than a red fox, know this boy spread Glocks
Slugs like a French pot, leave yo ass pregged, knocked
Clips to the tip who spit sicker than this?
Or quicker than piss? It's equally sick if I miss
Fuck your clique or who you stick with, New Mill up in this bitch
Swala till I'm dismissed, spittin till I click click
[Hook]
I got something for you faggots that be acting savage
Wipe yo ass up off the map and motherfuck yo atlas
You be moving I be shooting like it's target practice
Treat these niggas like a salad how I split yo cabbage
How I sound when I be rapping just be triggers clapping
Hammers blasting at yo captain, kill in killer fashion
Fuck the static, cock it back, and then there's something tragic
How I spit it to the limit fully automatic x2
[Outro]
Not talkin about guns my nigga
It's just how I sound when I'm rappin
Everytime you put headphones on, it's like putting two Glocks to your brain
As soon as you press play I'm infiltrating your head
Full penetration to you hoe niggas
Yeah
New Mill
I'm a Uzi with a clip that look like full length movies
I got that toolie for them niggas that be tryna do me
You the shit? You niggas booty, all you dudes confuse me
You don't like it? Well excuse me, suck a dick and sue me
I'm like a AK-47 yeah bitch I'm a weapon
Boy that trigger I be flexin, better get to steppin
Aye, I'm the best up in my section pardon my reflection
But I came to spit correction to these rappers tryna to test
[Hook]
And I got something for you faggots that be acting savage
Wipe yo ass up off the map and motherfuck yo atlas
You be moving I be shooting like it's target practice
Treat these niggas like a salad how I split yo cabbage
How I sound when I be rapping just be triggers clapping
Hammers blasting at yo captain, kill in killer fashion
Fuck the static, cock it back, and then there's something tragic
Got a gat up in my raps, semi-automatic
[Verse 2]
Just like Tech N9ne I got the best rhyme
So when you under stressed time ain't no sweat I'm
That nigga that be so prime when I flex mine
You in cardiac arrest like you committing chest crimes
Now who got that M16, MC killin machine
Hidden under smokescreens like a fuckin marine
Put that lead in ya head ain't no need for a med
The infrared left him dead is what the paramedic said
I'm better with barrettas to you bitches I'm leather
Way too hard, leave you scarred, a G is not yo type of letter
Get you trendsetters altogether come and join the weather
Bullet rain get you wetter than a pussy fucked forever
Come and get this Mac 11 take it for a spin
Tryna show me what's within but my patience runnin thin
With you fuck niggas, duck nigga, motherfuck yo kin
I got a clip and some juice mixed with a little gin
[Hook]
So I got something for you faggots that be acting savage
Wipe yo ass up off the map and motherfuck yo atlas
You be moving I be shooting like it's target practice
Treat these niggas like a salad how I split yo cabbage
How I sound when I be rapping just be triggers clapping
Hammers blasting at yo captain, kill in killer fashion
Fuck the static, cock it back, and then there's something tragic
Got a gat up in my raps, semi-automatic
[Interlude]
Jo that nigga like *gun sounds* x3
Uh
[Verse 3]
If you niggas think that's crazy let me switch off the safety
I'm screamin fuck you bitches pay me and I'll show you my .380
To put it plainly, you all babies, bitch them giants done raised me
All you ladies never phase me bitch I'll bust you while I'm swayze
Now we dead locked no feds, cops, just headshots
Hopin that that lead stops put yo ass to bed boxed
I'm slicker than a red fox, know this boy spread Glocks
Slugs like a French pot, leave yo ass pregged, knocked
Clips to the tip who spit sicker than this?
Or quicker than piss? It's equally sick if I miss
Fuck your clique or who you stick with, New Mill up in this bitch
Swala till I'm dismissed, spittin till I click click
[Hook]
I got something for you faggots that be acting savage
Wipe yo ass up off the map and motherfuck yo atlas
You be moving I be shooting like it's target practice
Treat these niggas like a salad how I split yo cabbage
How I sound when I be rapping just be triggers clapping
Hammers blasting at yo captain, kill in killer fashion
Fuck the static, cock it back, and then there's something tragic
How I spit it to the limit fully automatic x2
[Outro]
Not talkin about guns my nigga
It's just how I sound when I'm rappin
Everytime you put headphones on, it's like putting two Glocks to your brain
As soon as you press play I'm infiltrating your head
Full penetration to you hoe niggas
Yeah
New Mill