I'm a savage
A f*cking savage
Young fly motherf*cker
But I'm not Aladdin
Right back in this bitch
Like it's f*cking magic
Im a danger to your health
I'm a f*cking hazard
Yeah
I don't talk much
You want a conversation
Send a Cheque
Niggas gassing for gram
But they still don't pose a threat
I dont talk cheap
Carats on my grill
Cost a lot
I'm the wave bro
The style you hopping on
Is just a drop
I don tried
But To tell the trush
I can never stop
Gucci slippers on
Three stripes
I can never flop
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who could mirror this image
I'm Not from the same cloth that made all of these niggas
Look I'm gassed up
All the way
Smoking on that jet fuel
I move slow
But trust me
There I nothing I can't get through
Calculated every step
Bitch I'm making chess moves
Look
Im not a killer but don't push me
About 5 9 but don't ever overlook me
Something up my sleeve
Ain't no telling what it could be
Gamble with your life
And f*ck around and get it took B
I got murder on my mind
And don't be thinking that I'm shook either
I spit ether
The light skin grim reaper
Don't need features
Flow cold
Bars heater
I hopped onto the mic
And niggas went John cena
We can't see em
I'm stone cold
So we can beat em
I got nothing
But the music
I need something to lose
Chip on my shoulder is heavy
I got something to prove
That's why I'm smoking on that's loud
That be stinking the room
Don't give a f*ck bout what you doin
Cause I'm better than you
I don't talk shit
I don put a bag all in my mouth
Middle of winter
But still we the hottest that's out
Tatt bring the body bag
Jimi packing a clip
Antidote pulling the trigger
Imma handle the zip
This a tight game
But I'm still making it fit
No hype man
But I'm still getting it lit
I'm a dope boy
But I still hustle legit
I put my money where my mouth is
Look at the grill
Look at the skill
Only nigga keeping real
You lacking the feel
Tatt I've got rappers to kill
Bring the body bag
Imma catch a body for real
Sharp shooter with the aim
When I'm out in the field
Nigga
Got no competition when I get in the booth
Got so many styles you would think that I am a group
I do what I want
F*ck that white guy in a suit
As it seems
I did everything I said I would do
My vision is clear
My competition
Stuck in a mirror
I found a lane
Stuck to it
You got stuck in the rear
Saw the rappers
On the menu
I got nothing to fear
Lots of niggas had their turns
But I got it from here
Nigga
We got it from here...
It's the end of the road for a lot of you niggas
Facts bruv
Swish - Jet Fuel (Freestyle) Lyrics
Swish - Jet Fuel (Freestyle) Lyrics
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English
I'm a savage
A f*cking savage
Young fly motherf*cker
But I'm not Aladdin
Right back in this bitch
Like it's f*cking magic
Im a danger to your health
I'm a f*cking hazard
Yeah
I don't talk much
You want a conversation
Send a Cheque
Niggas gassing for gram
But they still don't pose a threat
I dont talk cheap
Carats on my grill
Cost a lot
I'm the wave bro
The style you hopping on
Is just a drop
I don tried
But To tell the trush
I can never stop
Gucci slippers on
Three stripes
I can never flop
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who could mirror this image
I'm Not from the same cloth that made all of these niggas
Look I'm gassed up
All the way
Smoking on that jet fuel
I move slow
But trust me
There I nothing I can't get through
Calculated every step
Bitch I'm making chess moves
Look
Im not a killer but don't push me
About 5 9 but don't ever overlook me
Something up my sleeve
Ain't no telling what it could be
Gamble with your life
And f*ck around and get it took B
I got murder on my mind
And don't be thinking that I'm shook either
I spit ether
The light skin grim reaper
Don't need features
Flow cold
Bars heater
I hopped onto the mic
And niggas went John cena
We can't see em
I'm stone cold
So we can beat em
I got nothing
But the music
I need something to lose
Chip on my shoulder is heavy
I got something to prove
That's why I'm smoking on that's loud
That be stinking the room
Don't give a f*ck bout what you doin
Cause I'm better than you
I don't talk shit
I don put a bag all in my mouth
Middle of winter
But still we the hottest that's out
Tatt bring the body bag
Jimi packing a clip
Antidote pulling the trigger
Imma handle the zip
This a tight game
But I'm still making it fit
No hype man
But I'm still getting it lit
I'm a dope boy
But I still hustle legit
I put my money where my mouth is
Look at the grill
Look at the skill
Only nigga keeping real
You lacking the feel
Tatt I've got rappers to kill
Bring the body bag
Imma catch a body for real
Sharp shooter with the aim
When I'm out in the field
Nigga
Got no competition when I get in the booth
Got so many styles you would think that I am a group
I do what I want
F*ck that white guy in a suit
As it seems
I did everything I said I would do
My vision is clear
My competition
Stuck in a mirror
I found a lane
Stuck to it
You got stuck in the rear
Saw the rappers
On the menu
I got nothing to fear
Lots of niggas had their turns
But I got it from here
Nigga
We got it from here...
It's the end of the road for a lot of you niggas
Facts bruv
A f*cking savage
Young fly motherf*cker
But I'm not Aladdin
Right back in this bitch
Like it's f*cking magic
Im a danger to your health
I'm a f*cking hazard
Yeah
I don't talk much
You want a conversation
Send a Cheque
Niggas gassing for gram
But they still don't pose a threat
I dont talk cheap
Carats on my grill
Cost a lot
I'm the wave bro
The style you hopping on
Is just a drop
I don tried
But To tell the trush
I can never stop
Gucci slippers on
Three stripes
I can never flop
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who could mirror this image
I'm Not from the same cloth that made all of these niggas
Look I'm gassed up
All the way
Smoking on that jet fuel
I move slow
But trust me
There I nothing I can't get through
Calculated every step
Bitch I'm making chess moves
Look
Im not a killer but don't push me
About 5 9 but don't ever overlook me
Something up my sleeve
Ain't no telling what it could be
Gamble with your life
And f*ck around and get it took B
I got murder on my mind
And don't be thinking that I'm shook either
I spit ether
The light skin grim reaper
Don't need features
Flow cold
Bars heater
I hopped onto the mic
And niggas went John cena
We can't see em
I'm stone cold
So we can beat em
I got nothing
But the music
I need something to lose
Chip on my shoulder is heavy
I got something to prove
That's why I'm smoking on that's loud
That be stinking the room
Don't give a f*ck bout what you doin
Cause I'm better than you
I don't talk shit
I don put a bag all in my mouth
Middle of winter
But still we the hottest that's out
Tatt bring the body bag
Jimi packing a clip
Antidote pulling the trigger
Imma handle the zip
This a tight game
But I'm still making it fit
No hype man
But I'm still getting it lit
I'm a dope boy
But I still hustle legit
I put my money where my mouth is
Look at the grill
Look at the skill
Only nigga keeping real
You lacking the feel
Tatt I've got rappers to kill
Bring the body bag
Imma catch a body for real
Sharp shooter with the aim
When I'm out in the field
Nigga
Got no competition when I get in the booth
Got so many styles you would think that I am a group
I do what I want
F*ck that white guy in a suit
As it seems
I did everything I said I would do
My vision is clear
My competition
Stuck in a mirror
I found a lane
Stuck to it
You got stuck in the rear
Saw the rappers
On the menu
I got nothing to fear
Lots of niggas had their turns
But I got it from here
Nigga
We got it from here...
It's the end of the road for a lot of you niggas
Facts bruv
Writer: Welcome Sibanze
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid