Swing

Don't give me your swing

I got mines an' that's the thing

Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell rings?

Don't give me your swing

I got mine an' that's the thing

Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who names bell ring?

Now for the grab the stash to the alley Varner any splash

Tryin' not to crash, swervin', got the la la on the dash

Gettin' bent up in the armored truck, stuck him for his glam

Shit is candy yams, now we movin' on the ancient mans

They usin' psycho vision for the Valentino Gorabani

Fuck Armani Butter, we above these climbs, heist the harbors

Word to godfathers gettin' bleed, chasin' on Savannah

Down to Venice, tellin' sire 'bout my alley runnin' ways

That's how it was 'cuz now they got us blamin' at the fuzz

It's all gun an' poses on a bed of roses gettin' shugged

Wrap him in a rug, leave him on the roof 'til he stink

Hit the pool-hall, fled the Calico an' watch him blink

Movin' on Picaso, paintin' my portraits an' condos

'Cuz when the Lo blows only the Lo knows who don' knows

Don't give me your swing

I got mines an' that's the thing

Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell ring?

Don't give me your swing

I got mine an' that's the thing

Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell ring?

I don't hate players, I'm from the crown rhyme sayers

'Whatever kid' sayers get down with no delayin'

I play my cards shark style, kings an' aces

Welcome to New York, the illest of all places

I never bleed even through this plaza of greed

You got the rarest, true, ain't game in yo world

Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades an' S curls

I tilt my crown fly, I'm tryin' to angle you, girl

The me an' you alliance, is no doubt the fly science

We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style

The million dollar necks, word, go 'head crack a smile

My name is Ish an' that's somethin' even in this tish

Of pimps, players, hustlers an' killahs an' they wish

Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame

Your complex attitude intrigue me, stronger than Blow

You know, we can play the scenes like Pacino an' Pfieffer

My queen'll shine on brinks three karats an' brighter

Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers tighter

Them clown kids you dealt never belt

I came around swift an' got felt

That champagne brand name style got melt

My man, Killah Jules put me close to these jewels

Thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools

Crush 'em, peace

Yo, yo, don't give me your swing

I got mines an' that's the thing

It's not your swing, it's mines an' that's the thing

So all that blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell rings?

All that blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell rings?