Swag Sauce

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jacob McFly] I don't usually hope on beats that sound like this man But I'll have them praying for more tracks like Christians So much paper I should work for Dunder Mifflin Tell them to knock them back like a suicide mission Bells, that's what you hearing when it's KO We got that money moving boy call it payroll You got that baby money, you just a day old I'm spoiled with the money boy she don't say no And they know that I'm shopping up in Soho Baby Milo, Supreme box logo It's cliche but yea she paid, and we say that she can stay if the panties going that way South, like the beat getting gritty I'm slapping skins attacking and grabbing titties Next few lines I don't mean to sound witty But your flow in the bottom of the toilet, it's shitty You got me? F you, pay me My rhymes too hot, boost the AC My flows make em die slow I know And my kick game on Tae Bo [Verse 2: Jacob McFly] It's not over until the fat lady harmonizing You lost all respect check the lost and findings I'm a step ahead of Nike because I already did it You a critic with a lower soul than a midget Don't forget it, I make them go ape shit Denying evolution while I'm wearing Bathing Ape bitch And face it, Jake is amazing Have them lying when they know that Jake's on their playlist But enough with the cockiness Your flows a right jab and I'm blocking it Come back with a haymaker, caught him in the temple Sent him to the mat but enough with the Rocky shit Only analogies and rhetoric, forget it bitch Turn the song if you can't hang with intelligence I'm telling it the way that I'm feeling it, 6th sense I'm only going where the fly thick chicks went Never slowing down, what's the point? Nobody stopping this And I'm only in my prime like Optimus I'm thinking of a line to end them off, but I ran out of time I'm gone [Verse 3: D GooDy] It's D GooD the Villain Everybody probably heard of my like momma jokes with chili I gets busy, write myself a couple memos In the back of a taxi put my tag on the window Smoked out limos, my life ain't too simple Busting white shit on girl's face like a pimple That nigga freaky, flow too heavy Got you hooked like ready rock, bang wangus and sloppy top Feeding all these cameltoes, she trying to get my vegetables The lettuce is for daddy hoe Where the fuck them panties go? Wet as shit and on the floor The one that they been waiting for, Baltimore been standing hoe Like how ham I go, pack that shit like lunchables Baltimore survival flow, make a lot of noise like old niggas playing dominos Labels trying to sign me though All my niggas some dinosaurs, you thought they was extinct though Damn, I'm about to really get them Who you know got more rhymes referencing some fucking chickens? I can say anything and you still going to fill it Because the flow in your brain, same thing keep you living But back to the chicken Salt, pepper, ketchup, jar of swag sauce in it Rub it on my balls when I teabag bitches Styling on niggas that wear True Religions Damn boy I'm something else Girl you need to check yourself Swag so mean I think it made her fucking wet herself Pussy juices flowing out, living good is all I'm about Yea it's me girl shut your mouth That's just a little bit of cockiness Had some shit on my chest, sinus blocking it Snotting on rappers that talk a lot of ignorance Catch me going Mia Hamm, kicking it