Hell’s Kitchen
Swoop Gianni
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I need a mansion with some acres I can bury all these dead niggas I just upped a drac onna snake d4l nigga Playing with my pape you catch a macaroni shell nigga This be hell's kitchen I got demons in them chairs nigga Skinny nigga I be ten toes ain't no way around it Aron Ralston be these niggas I rock anybody What you hear about me give two fucks about how you feel about me Don't need killas around me I need milly billy niggas around me Shit that drakeo gotta ruler hit yo bae nigga sike nigga I don't shoot no women yanna gang nigga Put money on them books my name stamped on them jpay niggas Whole bunch of heartbreak kiddies with me like that pay nigga They want to know my business getting all up in the mix What you eat don't make me shit and what you drink don't make me piss What I see from all this shit Is hate and envious smoking weed till my chest hurt ridiculous I done did shit niggas never did with closed lips You can't come around me if you ain't on shit Only God know what I be on when I'm on the tip I put niggas off the block they ain't been back since Imma catch you niggas slipping cause it's my intention I got two bad bitches but can't tell the difference nigga I ain't heard nothing even if I was the witness I done sold dope to my granny imma different nigga man Yeah, yeah, yeah nigga Aye Swoop yeah, yeah, yeah nigga huh aye Swoop nigga I feel you nigga Nigga this hell's kitchen and we locked in my nigga What you better get that shit back in blood nigga I'm influencing put money on his head I make a fanduel future references boy you ain't fucking with no damn bulls Drop his top within a thirty he'll have some red bull Ain't no tucking chains we don't do that shit that red doing If it's really beef it's f*ck yo momma like delonte my brother That's my baby I can't treat him like harambe They tried to name the shooter like a bitch they claim they one thang I really been through shit that I can't talk about Like shit stains a clique of dumb niggas drop his top I be like who brains Many men wishing death on me like I got loose change All it takes is blues gas him up I burn that propane So all he see is k's to the face this that rocaine See I ain't got a heart but got a pocket full of romaine Cocaine white on my bitch toes like the dope game Put my nigga picture in a pendant with a rope chain But first I gotta hang his killer with a rope chain They caught my nigga sh so it's sh I don't know bro name I'm on the Zillow website I'm looking for yo domain got hit up with that drac It's only right I pour out champagne underscore We just upped the score f*ck yo gram name nigga Yeah bhg ten eleven shit nigga rip hav nigga you come on the block You ain't gone make it off that bitch nigga Free the guys free the reaper f*ck is you talking bout nigga I'm standing on all ten but nigga you know I'm calling them swear to god Nigga what and he locked in nigga dumb ass And a nigga can't say Swoop name nigga f*ck is you talking bout yeah
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