Swave

(Chorus) Fresh Pair of Kicks oh yeah them things nice I'm koolin' got my fitted cocked, slightly to the right Stay blowin loud up in the air, you can't see my eyes She seen me had to stop and stare, she trynna be my wife She loving, my Swave He hating, My Swave They chewing, my swave Had to do it to'em Perfected, my Swave Finess with, my Swave The best with, my Swave Watch me prove it to'em Verse 1: Flyer than a Tuskegee Whipe me down with a squeegee Shawty girl wanna see me, she know I'm realer than 3D No Swag, I just swave Free ass, I dont Pay She already know a G got cake, so why would I need hers in my face 757 up in this bitch, talk stupid than ya ass get gone V.A no Replay, we get it right the first hit Whole team G on it Blow tree condone it Swavin round the mall fifty deep like we own this Don't be mad, you taste that? Oh you feelin' salty? We waste that He talkin bout beef, we bouta bake that Take his bitch, he sound like Chili's "I want my baby back!" Take this ho, I really need to be focusd on this dough Can't wait no more that's how a nigga lost first time before Make it fast but, spend it slow Status under the radar, I gotta keep it low (Chorus) Fresh Pair of Kicks oh yeah them things nice I'm koolin' got my fitted cocked, slightly to the right Stay blowin loud up in the air, you can't see my eyes She seen me had to stop and stare, she trynna be my wife She loving, my Swave He hating, My Swave They chewing , my swave Had to do it to'em Perfected, my Swave Finess with, my Swave The best with, my Swave Watch me prove it to'em Verse 2: On it like I'm on it, no you not so just sit down Arrival anticipated , now they bussin' chopper rounds In the air out of celebration, you should see the blunts I'm facin Back and forth it got me pacin', eyes too low , liquor no chasin' Bitches everywhere , like its the first I'm 'bout to bag'em I track meet these beats, my distance measures past a fathom Who want it next? Who think they hot? Throw me on that track, I get that check show you you not All I do is win no relation to Dj Khaled I will lay yo ass out on the floor like a pallet Beatin down yo girlfriend walls my dick be the mallot If I smash wit a rubber, pussy rate I will not count it She all up on my dick, like she afraid to dismount it I'm posted wit my clique and everybody wit me roudy Still yo shine but leave yo swag, now yall niggas pouty You say you number one, motherfucker yeah I doubt it (Chorus) Fresh Pair of Kicks oh yeah them things nice I'm koolin' got my fitted cocked, slightly to the right Stay blowin loud up in the air, you can't see my eyes She seen me had to stop and stare, she trynna be my wife She loving, my Swave He hating, my Swave They chewing , my swave Had to do it to'em Perfected, my Swave Finess with, my Swave The best with, my Swave Watch me prove it to'em (Outro) It's Kash Gang... Meda Blaq... That's VA... We gettin racks.. Uh... High Life... We done killed this bitch... Yea... E Dwb Ill Brel...