Letras
Swag
Yeah
Come on, come on, yeah
Yeah, come on, yeah
Yeah, come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Walk in the building, these niggas, they look at me, they see the swag on my feet
Woah
We do not mess with these outside niggas
It's only us, like we Crete
Woah (yeah)
Can't fuck with these niggas, they lame, I'm on a whole nother lane
Can't be on phoney and shit, she on my phone and shit
She tryna pull up and give me some brain yeah
You know that
I keep me some snipers, like kodak (fah,fah,fah lets go)
You a Pussy nigga, you've got a pole, but you won't blow that (yeah woah)
It's that season (yeah)
Niggas hating on me for no reason woah
I put the G612 in that back of the coupe, got a ticket for speeding woah
Bitches they all on my body, they liking my swag
I love how they feening woah
Niggas switch up on the gang
My niggas pull up, we gon' kill them for no treason woah
Come on, let's go
Yeah
Come on, let's go
Yeah
Come on, let's go
Yeah
Come on, let's go
Yeah
Woah Come on, let's go
Yeah
Woah Come on, let's go
Yeah
Woah Come on, let's go
Maison Margiela my feet
Maison Margiela my bag
Whoa
Niggas be stealing the swag, like damn, can I have it back
Whoa
Fyne shit on my body, she know what is
She want the swag
Shawty she calling me daddy, but I told that bitch
I'm not her dad
Walk in the building, these niggas, they look at me
They see the swag on my feet
Whoa
We do not mess with these outside niggas
It's only us, like we Crete
Whoa
(Whoa)
(Come on, yeah)