Swiss Cheese - Grip, AHYES

My soul bleedin' from beatin' up demons beneath the surface

I’m the freak from the circus that’s eatin' from inkin' these verses

Keep the heat for the leeches and serpents, creepin' and lurkin'

Immediate urgent, in need of a surgeon, just to cease all the leakin' and

squirtin' the day that you meet me in person

Drinkin' this bourbon, vehicle swervin', avoiding the median

I can’t tell if you’re an MC or a comedian 'cause I keke every time they put

your CD in

Okay, according to the hand on my tick tock, Grip got hip-hop in a Ziploc

Big Glock, wanna lick shots?

If not, kick rocks

I continue on to the tip top, uh, no such thing as a pit stop, bitch, hop

Off a nigga dick, please

Nothing come between the green

Hit a lick, bitch, please

Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese

Off a nigga dick, please

Nothing come between the green

Hit a lick, bitch, please

Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese

Hey, your boy already know what the fuck goin' on, man

You know what I’m sayin'?

Nigga in this bitch and the hood nigga bust down on

me, nigga

Ain’t no nigga finna run up on me

Aye, bro, why that car goin' so slow?

Oh, shit

Niggas got too many holes in their stories, these niggas see-through, uh

We don’t believe you, you need more people, equal to no mortal man

My sword in hand, was always ready when war began

Back when I used to rap in a Ford sedan

Back on the porch, packin' a torch, rappers is dorks

Never whip crack with a fork but claim they trap as a course

Come to the hood, they clap at your Porsche with lack of remorse

Bullet holes in your passenger doors

Okay, according to the hand on my tick tock, Grip got hip-hop in a Ziploc

Big Glock, wanna lick shots?

If not, kick rocks

I continue on to the tip top, uh, no such thing as a pit stop, bitch, hop

Off a nigga dick, please

Nothing come between the green

Hit a lick, bitch, please

Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese

Off a nigga dick, please

Nothing come between the green

Hit a lick, bitch, please

Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese