Sway

¿Que tal mi amigos? ¿Listos? ¿Si or no? (Are you gonna rap again?) Mas o menos [Verse One] Lime green Nike’s, man I gotta good deal. Baggy windbreaker from the rack of a Goodwill Don’t got no Gold in my teeth Slay all these rappers claim they in the streets I am they daddy when I’m on a beat What do daddy’s do? They tuck them in sleep Button down shirt, snow white with the cuff links. Stacy Adams shoes. I know my feet love me Bright ankle socks Speakers like elders just want them to knock Doing it my way; shout out Fetty Wap I ain’t bout that hustling, avoid petty guop Gold love letters on a navy blue snap back, I might mess around and bring the fanny pack back Aye. Dis how we roll CTRG is straight out of control When it comes to it I straight broke the mold If you did not know well boy know you know [Verse Two] Mavericks jersey, Old Spice in my arm pit. Camo cargos with the bright orange kicks I’m like Big Sean but fatter I’m just like Tyga, only my girl badder Badder ain’t a word so she gotta be worse I show them the picture then call them the hearse Muscle shirt but I don’t got no muscles. Change into my Puma golf shirt. Man, the struggle By Felecia my ex Hit me up, I bye Felicia'd that text Superman no here. Consuela, go check Heifer, there’s more fish please go cast your net Hair to the side, half a can of hairspray. Jordan zopatos y un camiseta verde ¿Se puede tolerar un gringo que puede rimar bestial Voy a terminar este verso en un idioma diferente. Man, clear the room. (Si, si, Si)