$wagged Out

[Verse 1: Next Level] Check my persona bitch I’m hotter than a sauna Got em’ sweatin’ me but never disrespectin’ me Cus’ if you try me your face meeting pavement No motherfucking patience, cus’ now days niggas be fakin’ (see me) my niggas be puttin’ leaves in them bags like they rakin’ Blazin’ marijuana smoke, purple, sour, exotic, dro Ill ass nigga, sick whip and its sittin’ low Checking my phone asking these hoes what its hittin fo? But I can bag a bad bitch with no cash in my pocket Never spend my cash on a bopper She just like being with a real nigga who dick her down proper Matter of fact I might have her ass take me shoppin’ No need for a thousand dollar blazer to impress With a 10 dollar tee I can be best dressed Fuck that Hollywood shit, I’m breaking trends Let a real nigga get rich and count ends Next Level baby ima’ show em’ how it’s done This everyday life I just do this shit for fun Keep goin, no stopping like a bus route I just stay swagged, the fuck out [Hook] Swagged the fuck out (I’m swagged) Swagged the fuck out (I’m swagged) Swagged the fuck out (I’m swagged) Swagged the fuck out (I’m swagged) Swagged the fuck out (I’m swagged) Swagged the fuck out (I’m swagged) Swagged the fuck out (I’m swagged) Swagged the fuck out (I’m swagged) [Verse 2: John Broks] Bring the drugs I’m cool as fuck Pop a molly, get fucked up Fuck swag! fuck swag? You hypebeast niggas is lame as fuck Ratchet hoes self-titled “bad bitch” Ironic, sad shit, that’s like callin PCP “angel dust” You pussy ass niggas can’t hang with us I don’t owe you shit niggas fame-o-us In God I trust So ima’ put a bible on the dash Befo’ I bust a nigga ass for this cash But I never pull off fast, gotta show my ass But let me get off that hood shit A lil Cavalli have a bitch thinkin I’m hood rich But I don’t even want that hood chick I need a artsy tumblr ho so I can tongue the ho [Bridge] 50k on my wrist that’s swag bitch Sit back lane switch with a bad bitch Put a snarl on my lip as I grab my dick Cus’ im the type of nigga never had shit [Verse 3: John Brooks] Pretty mother fucker I don’t need to change my name My crib is a zoo got plenty bitches that’s tamed Bitch my lil sister pinky got more swag Your favorite bitch? Already had got past About to blast, on these phony niggas think they trill Nigga step to the plate ima’ make u my meal I’m HOC bout to give this bitch some “D” from a “G” don’t mind me I’m just sittin getting money, got all these bithces running to me She let me hit it from the back cus’ I never do that frontin’ [Hook] [Verse 4: Big Yi] Im sharper than a motherfuckin’ spear Motherfuckin’ martian how im up outta here Lil mamma ass like a motherfuckin’ pear She want this wood on there like timber Her man got his hands together Like he bout to fuckin cheer or whatever But I ain't even gone sweat her Polo stable no need for a dresser Damier, Louis V, swag on OD, hoes know who I be (I BE) They be on me, on my jock Tell em hop, hop up off my cock Marijuana trees, on the fuckin’ socks Never catch a nigga slippin wit’ a knot Nigga naw, (ha) never catch me slippin with the guap Cus’ im on my mission to the top Used to be on the bench now im at the top spot And the hoes love a nigga that start So I tell a bitch straight from the start Im a cool nigga, cold heart, tear her feelings apart So let me let ya know this Cold wrist mouth on froze bitch, so all I speak is G shit Want a real nigga I’m who to be wit’ No Nintendo no we (wii ) bitch Im solo dolo, smoking on that dojo Nappy fro doe’, on my ponyo Green midget, puffin on that yoda Take that zing put it in the soda I’m throwed, no floater If I play my cards right I might poker Black mixed with chico, call her miss mocha The end getting closer, hol’ up