Swamp G - Catching Hands (feat. Plastic Cats)

Stormy
He turned the TV on
All your fault
Sing in your microphone
I shoot ya
The swamp, these were crimes of passion, not profit
You look like a dick in that tiny jacket
Woah, oh, oh, Frank, let's not attack my candidate here
Shut up Charlie! I can talk to my son any way I want
Yeah welcome to Swamp Story Mixtape
Set the record straight I ain't a fucking joke
This is my soul in this music, bitch, this is Swamp G
Take him down
How the fuck you gonna say that Swamp Baby ain't lyrical
Weaving pictures of addiction, hopes, and my ambitions
Just because I ain't a backpack bitch I'm called inferior
By some motherfuckers that be sucking all on Kendrick dick
Fuck that bitch, I'm up next
Condo Boys the fucking set
Lemme catch you talking shit then best believe you catching hands
Known to steal a wife or two
Hide your girl, she's not immune
Swamp sure does love his pills
Yes I fucking do
His flow fits well on this beat
No shit, cuz
Kill every beat, bitch I'm hungry time to eat lunch
Lemme hop up on that Morning Remix
Yeah, just as soon as my mother grows a motherfucking dick
Last time I checked she done birthed the messiah
A young pretty ass bitch with the heart of a tiger
If you claiming otherwise then you stuck in denial
And I might fuck your girl, I'm a lover not a fighter
Only bump the real rap, Swamp you is just a meme
Fuck you mean? Why you can't respect I'm following my dreams
Art ain't got no structure, still you on that fuck shit
Say I need to rap some type of way, I'm saying fuck em
I done came up off the Dark Farm, built out of swamp tar
Call my shit a joke again, you gon' get strong-armed
Shoutout to the BasedGod, help me keep my head up
All y'all motherfuckers slept on me, now get bed bugs
Making songs daily, staying in your conversations
Either way, positive or if you hating
Still you talk about me
You're the ones that's gonna make me famous
Shoutout to my real friends, all I got to say is thank you
I love you, thanks for making sure I'm still breathing
I know my mental health is back and forth and it's deceiving
I cut the drugs back, and now I'm making hits
It's my time now, I'm done waiting, bitch
I'm done motherfucking waiting, you know what I'm saying
You know, you know, I'm fucking serious
Welcome to Swamp Story Mixtape
My motherfucking life

Written by:
Stormy Mauldin, Swamp G, William Mauldin

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