**** Swag

[Intro]

Fxck swag, 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 fxck 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 fvck it

Cause If you don't like me go and watch some Nickelodeon, you lil motherfxcker

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 that **** is appropriate

Way too many rappers wanna look like Lenny Kravitz

Personally I think these *****es get too many passes

Thrift store shopping with the **** your rocking

Looks lame and your music ain't neat the **** is average

And if that will make you matters even better

I don't sweat on people talking **** 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]

Fxck swag

[Verse 2]

All these rappers wanna bite like they don't know how to write

They constantly freestyle and think it's 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' **** in skinny jeans, take your Louis belt and whip you

The clientele strip you of your jewellery, would take a pic

Post the **** on Instagram now suck a ****

You *****, 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 fxcking with me I'm the real one