Swing - Camp Lo

[Featuring Ish] 
Ish: 
Don't give me your swing 
I got mines and that's the thing 
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings 
Geechie: 
Don't give me your swing 
I got mine and that's the thing 
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring 
Verse One: Geechie Suede 
Now for the grab the stash(?) 
To the alley Varner(?) any splash 
Tryin not to crash 
Swervin got the la la on the dash 
Getting bent up in the armored truck 
stuck him for his glam 
shit is candy yams 
Now we movin on the ancient mans(?) 
They using psycho vision 
For the Valentino Gorabani(?) 
Fuck Armani Butter 
We above these climbs 
Hiest the harbours 
Word to godfathers getting bleed 
Chasing on (?) down to Venice 
Tellin sire bout my alley runnin ways 
Thats how it was cus 
Now they got us blammin at the fuzz 
Its all gun and poses 
on a bed of roses gettin shugged 
wrap him in a rug 
leave him on the roof till he stink 
Hit the pool-hall 
Fled the calico and watch him blink 
Movin on Picaso 
Painting my portraits and condos 
Cuz when the Lo blows 
Only the Lo knows who doe knows (hey hey) 
Ish: 
Don't give me your swing 
I got mines and that's the thing 
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring 
Geechie: 
Don't give me your swing 
I got mine and that's the thing 
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring 
Verse Two: Ish 
(check this) 
I don't hate players, Im from the crown rhyme sayers 
Whatever kid- sayers get down with no delaying 
I play my cards shark style, kings and aces 
Welcome to New York the illest of all places 
I neve