Malachite

Hop up out the whip like Betty White's grandson

Bitches love me like Liz Cady Stanton

Quick with the fist, turn my hand to a anvil

Knock him out his Birkenstocks, and chop his manbun

Like a Lego man, I got the octane high

I'm a dog and a hawk at the same damn time

And I can't sit down, I'ma tell you why

I ain't bout to sit down, cause I earned my pride

Young Swamp G, embodiment of Texas

Lone Star red, white, blue chain

Amber wave, grip grain

Purple mountain majesty mystery, arcane

Mysterio's Menace on the GameBoy Advance

I turn to Mothman in a 10 second span

Young Swamp G came in lookin something like Scorpion

Swang through, played a couple bitches like accordions

Zydeco on these hoes, I feel like Boozoo Chavis

Still feel like Qmaine, I get Pappadeaux catered

I think I'm a gator, I talk me a crock of shit

I'm the one and that's facts, no hypothesis

Listen to my science, you won't be misguided

My yellow stone diamonds look something like geysers

I slide in the Lambo the color of lava

Upholstery leather look like an iguana

Lookin squamata

Looking like I just came out a piñata

Bitch I'm off-color, my kilter is warped

I throw tidal waves right at the wharf

And I mix up the Carhartt with the Chrome Hearts

I'ma pull up in the slab, Callahan car parts

RIP Tommy Boy, left hook Tommy Gunn

Rocky V ice, color plum, got my neck numb

Swamp G

Stop fuckin playin with me

I'm goin back in

I might make em swerve when I pull up in the Sherp

Sherbet, sweet syrup, with the wood wheel birch

No surf, no turf, and a cup full of juice

Ice cubes in my room lookin like an igloo

Like a yeti on the move, I'ma scoot through the brush

Sunshine from my jewels might make a solar gust

Gold dust, no crust on me, too fresh

I fill up a chest with the checks on my desk

Leave me alone, I'm content with my solitude