Lyrics
My kicks are fresh to death, no stress no crease you little bitch
And every time I step outside the girls start manifesting dick
I just threw these wraps together but I still look fly as shit
I think I need me me a photographer, this fit deserves a pic
Looking sexy as a mother fucker
Richer than a Bentley trucker
Girl I want some truffle butter, bring that over here
Everyweek I get another lover and some shoes to match
Bitch ass niggas cannot see me, bet they need an eye patch
Swag swag swag swag
Swag
Swag swag swag
Swag swag
Swag swag
Swag swag swag
Swag
Tweedle Dees and Tweedle Dumbs out here be tryna strike a nerve
I ain't trippen boutta hater, cuz you get what you deserve
Watch in horror as I turn your virgin girlfriend to a perve
Something evil in me tickles when she flirting and I swerve
Swag, swag swag on you
Ice is looking fire while in Nobu eating fondu
Tying knots, don't specifically mean bantu
Killer on the beat, he's resurrected, King Von 2.0