swag musik versuri

swag musik lyrics by Aiden Everett

Intro
Showin’ up in yo rent
Showin’ up in these Ricks

Verse 1
Walkin’ in 400—nah, these over a thousand
My fit cost more than your car
Even my chain alone, that’s 100 thousand
The hoodie ain’t much, but it’s sentimental to me
Juice WRLD × Vlone, couldn’t get it no more, this friends and family
I was the last one to fuck her before she OD’d—she dead now
She said I was special to her
I’m sorry bitch, but you ain’t nothin’ to me
I was the last one to fuck on that hoe
She take it in every hole
(Yeah)
In her mouth and in her vag, and up the ass—I’m the puppet master

Hook
That bitch an actress
The bullet to my MAC-10
The music to my max zen
The mask that covers my past
(Yeah)

Verse 2
She came on the bus—I was the one that banged her, bro
She told me stop outing that out, but I don’t listen to bitches though
They keep askin’ why I’m makin’ music, if I ain’t makin’ none
I’m makin’ art—and I ain’t gon’ stop because you talkin’ shit
When you talk, all I hear are farts
(Ouch)
I just be throwin’ the rock out my pouch
This that swag music—this is ours
If I don’t see you with your gang, then I don’t wanna see you after hours
If you ain’t workin’ on your music
Bitch, don’t show up to after hours
Me and my bros is blood
Yeah, that’s super power
The world is mine—if you locked in, the world could be ours
I do every genre, I do everything

Verse 3
I been lived life, I fucked the world, then dipped
I’m on another world, had to leave this one too
Forgot to buy her a wedding ring
Rappin’s a thing I do on the side
Like these bitches—they just extras
I rap like I’m sad—I swear I’m not depressive
I just be outing out my feelings
This music shit relieves me from this pressure
Me and my bros is ball hoggin’ shit this year
Yeah, bitch—this our year
And this our swag, and this our drip
Only boots: Balenci, Margiela, Uggs, and Rick
Baby girl, you got a fine body
Let me stuff you with my prick
Girl, you said you’d do the world for me
I need you to make me money—I don’t wanna work
Let’s work this out—our relationship was a lie
I’m just a pimp
I kind of fuck with you though
Come work for me and earn my trust
Be my bottom bitch (Model bitch)
Just don’t tell or say a word—cause I’ll know
I got an ear for rats and birds
I don’t let bitches talk back
Make ‘em clean the toilet with their tongue
You like talkin’ shit—so go on, lick the turd
Ima fuck you so hard
Cum in ya guts—friction turn that shit to cheese
That bitch got churned
Nothing else can turn her on—except for me

Outro
That music vid was fire—too bad that shit won’t drop
Flashing video, viewer discretion
That shit gon’ put you in epileptic shock (Heh-heh)
(Heh-hah)