Swag Overload

Lyrics
[Intro] (I'm sellin' swag for the high, swag for the low) (I'm sellin' swag for the high, swag for the low) (I'm sellin' swag for the high, swag for the low) [Verse] My swag so dope, bitch saw me once now she addicted to me, just like coke I don't smoke no 'Runtz, lil' bitch, just 41s, Gelato When I go shoppin', I spend twenty thousand in one store That's that swag overload Yeah, I'm a shopping fiend I just spent thirty-five hundred on one pair of jeans I love to shop, bitch, I'm addicted like methamphetamine Yeah, you be ballin', but I'm ballin' in another leaguе You in eighth, I'm in first seed O-P-I-U-M my team Shawty sayin' P, I told her I'm V-A-M-P I'm that nigga, bitch, it ain't shit you can say to mе Everybody claim that smoke exotic, but they weed came with seeds Everybody claim they sippin' drank, but they be sippin' fake lean And everybody totin' them sticks, huh That shit be for Instagram, I know you ain't blick nothin' You ain't shot shit, you ain't pay for shit to get done I tote a FN Five-seveN, yeah, bitch, I tote a big gun That's my weapon (Weapon) Balenciaga boots, ooh, bitch, I'm steppin' (Steppin') Beat a nigga up like Street Fighter, yeah, or Tekken (Tekken) I'm your daddy, I'm 'bout to teach yo' ass a lesson (Lesson) I been rockin' all my jewelry lately, I been VVSin' (VVSin') Fucked your bitch and I made her cum, woah, woah, she left a mess I got seventy-five pointers on sittin' on my chest Lil' shawty got my kids, yeah, sittin' all on her breasts I got a swag disease, yeah, and that shit so contagious I rock Balenciaga, Rick, huh, huh, and that VET Lil' shawty swaggin' like me, huh, huh, and we just met He think he swaggin' like me, uh, uh, but this ain't that Nah, nah, this ain't that Huh, huh, my swag so dope, huh Everybody addicted to it, yeah, just like coke Everybody wanna take a picture, everywhere I go I remember back when ain't nobody know Now I sell out every show Huh, huh, and I could buy your bitch, huh You can't pay a nigga, uh-uh, to try this shit My boy playing with them pistols, and he ready to take a risk He'll take a chain off your neck and take your watch off your wrist [Outro] (Yeah) (Swag, swag overload) (Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag overload) (Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag overload) (Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag overload)
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Credits
- Writers
- Ken Carson
- Lucian
- Jonah Abraham