Fuck Swag

[Intro] Fuck swag (4x), Swag [Verse 1] 15's in the back of the Dodge Out the garage And my homies riding with me and they better recharge I talk about the clientele and tell 'em they won't be off I'm off Atlanta representers and we're given the yonk And be better this cars and the swap in the squad They think they swagging but they lame as fuck we laugh at these boys Uncontrollably like we just hit the gravity bong Half of these rappers too wack to be even rapping and all Trying to dress up like a wierdo hoping that somebody notice 'em Make me wanna strike and knock em down like they a bowling pin Maybe I’m just old and out of touch, attitude is fuck it Cause If you don't like me go and watch some Nickelodeon, you lil motherfucker I'm over and I stick 'em up they say they're YOLO go and then provoking And it's hard time for me to tell the difference between a rapper and a singer Of a rock and roll band I don't think this shit is appropriate Way too many rappers wanna look like Lenny Kravitz Personally I think these pussies get too many passes Thrift store shopping with the shit your rocking Looks lame and your music ain't neat the shit is average And if that will make you matters even better I don't sweat on people talking shit about the way I look every day Long hair don't care, red pair of Air Jordans And I wear all black, no hook [Hook] Fuck swag (x10) [Verse 2] All these rappers wanna bite like they don't know how to write They constantly freestyle and think its tight Every time they say a line with a metaphor in it They wanna pause or laugh or ad-lib Fake swag they just copy who they like Trying to sound like Gucci or Future or Tunechi These dudes need a lesson before they get behind the mic Ain't nobody buying your records they buying into hype They was feeling me until they see I'm white Now they like "man he raps too fast" What you slow homie? You handicapped? What you need a walker, a hearing aid, or a fanny pack What you unhappy the champ is back The Manny Pac of the rap game that can't relax I'm bout to raise the bar and they can't adapt, the cameras flash Cause they see a star when I walk in the room North side, Atlanta rap, I bet you wanna walk in my shoes It's funny that I'm hot Last year I was just cool when you You was too official Where the shoe that fits you Tied yo' dick in skinny jeans, take your Louis belt and whip you The clientele strip you of your jewellery, would take a pic Post the shit on Instagram now suck a dick You bitch, be looking real dumb Still slum, I don't pleasant hear 'em Bumping Big K.R.I.T. and Yelawolf I don't feel punk Rappers with no skills come on witness me I kill them You fucking with me I'm the real one [Hook] Fuck swag (x10)