AI - $wagged Out lyrics

[Verse 1: Next Level] Check my persona b**h I'm hotter than a sauna Got em' sweatin' me but never disrespectin' me Cus' if you try me your face meeting pavement No motherf**ing patience, cus' now days n***as be fakin' (see me) my n***as be puttin' leaves in them bags like they rakin' Blazin' marijuana smoke, purple, sour, exotic, dro Ill a** n***a, sick whip and its sittin' low Checking my phone asking these hoes what its hittin fo? But I can bag a bad b**h with no cash in my pocket Never spend my cash on a bopper She just like being with a real n***a who dick her down proper Matter of fact I might have her a** take me shoppin' No need for a thousand dollar blazer to impress With a 10 dollar tee I can be best dressed f** that Hollywood sh**, I'm breaking trends Let a real n***a get rich and count ends Next Level baby ima' show em' how it's done This everyday life I just do this sh** for fun Keep goin, no stopping like a bus route I just stay swagged, the f** out [Hook] Swagged the f** out (I'm swagged) Swagged the f** out (I'm swagged) Swagged the f** out (I'm swagged) Swagged the f** out (I'm swagged) Swagged the f** out (I'm swagged) Swagged the f** out (I'm swagged) Swagged the f** out (I'm swagged) Swagged the f** out (I'm swagged) [Verse 2: John Broks] Bring the d** I'm cool as f** Pop a molly, get f**ed up f** swag! f** swag? You hypebeast n***as is lame as f** Ratchet hoes self-titled “bad b**h” Ironic, sad sh**, that's like callin PCP “angel dust” You p**y a** n***as can't hang with us I don't owe you sh** n***as fame-o-us In God I trust So ima' put a bible on the dash Befo' I bust a n***a a** for this cash But I never pull off fast, gotta show my a** But let me get off that hood sh** A lil Cavalli have a b**h 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 b**h Sit back lane switch with a bad b**h Put a snarl on my lip as I grab my dick Cus' im the type of n***a never had sh** [Verse 3: John Brooks] Pretty mother f**er I don't need to change my name My crib is a zoo got plenty b**hes that's tamed b**h my lil sister pinky got more swag Your favorite b**h? Already had got past About to blast, on these phony n***as think they trill n***a step to the plate ima' make u my meal I'm HOC bout to give this b**h 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 motherf**in' spear Motherf**in' martian how im up outta here Lil mamma a** like a motherf**in' pear She want this wood on there like timber Her man got his hands together Like he bout to f**in 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 co*k Marijuana trees, on the f**in' socks Never catch a n***a slippin wit' a knot n***a 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 n***a that start So I tell a b**h straight from the start Im a cool n***a, cold heart, tear her feelings apart So let me let ya know this Cold wrist mouth on froze b**h, so all I speak is G sh** Want a real n***a I'm who to be wit' No Nintendo no we (wii ) b**h 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