I Own Swag

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, like I said it's your boy Lil B God's Father Mixtape You already know how I do, man, I kill shit R.I.P. the rap game up Motherfucking everything Man we got riches and everything (David Banner) I don't give a fuck, fuck 'em! [Verse 1] Bitch I own swag I'm a star like I'm in SAG I'm so fab like I'm in Sac I tote that Tec and I hold that Mac Got a few scratches up on that gun I straight spit like I ain't got no tongue Bitch came asking me questions (What?) "Where's my car?" Bitch, which one?! No Lil B then it ain't no fun Everything cool 'til I bought that blunt If you talking weed, bitch, I got that gun Pour me a cup, bitch, let's get drunk I'm Karl Malone, I just dunk I'm so high (High, high) Oh, but this weed got me high, bitch It's straight from the hood, shit Evil Based God Drop my top and I don't get robbed Never say never, but I never been robbed Try to jack me, go get a day job Like Mac Dre, that's not my job But that's my bitch, ooh shit She told me things I wouldn't even say Went on a date and I fucked her face [Bridge] You know I'm more famous than you Than you And I can do everything that you can't do Or try to [Verse 2] Yeah, hasta la vista I'm looking for a señorita Mexican, Brazilian Nicaraguan, that's what I meant Two, bring two to the ranch and pass 'em Put 'em all down, I don't pass 'em I cuff 'em Yes, bitch, I said I cuff 'em Fucked her in the ass, that's where I nutted Popped a viagra and I'm feeling like Mase No homo, bitch, I'ma take that case Real talk bruh I'ma fuck her in the face Met a pretty bitch, hit her all day Sitting on my ass, making a mill all day Call me Obama Based God Call me Obama Based God A-Rod I'm overseas like Jay Sean Call me Daddy Yankee, fucking bad bitches Yankee, Yankee Based God You hating on me that's not my problem We living in a world where people talk shit Suckers kiss ass, and they hoes suck dick I don't gotta problem with a ho sucking dick But she better be clean when she suck my shit Niggas get mad 'cause I talk a lil' shit I don't even care, ass so square I'm a bad boy like Dilinjah Wear fucking shoot like Cho-pid-er More money, more Problems like Poppa, yeah R.I.P my young nigga might pop a pill Last year I almost made a mill Run the rap game and ain't got no deal! Based God! [Outro] It's Lil B Ayy that's what you should have done on this beat, motherfucker! (Bitch, you faggot) God's Father Mixtape (You faggot fattie, you bitch) I'm going all the way there! I'm going all the way in! Lil B rawest rapper alive Like I said Any rap motherfuckers got a problem, let's go! (Or try to) (Based God!) Pssh, this that real WorldStarHipHop shit I think I'm famous (The rawest rapper ever, rawest rapper alive) Based God, yeah (God's Father mixtape) Like I said, any motherfuckers that got a problem, man I'm taking over (BasedGod, BasedGod) I done already took over like five, ten times around What rapper you know (Woo, woo, woo, woo) Don't got a deal but run the rap game? Unsigned but run this motherfucker Like it's the motherfucking futbol you feel me? (Lalalalala, we thuggin'!) You feel me? You feel me? (La la la la) We thuggin'! (La la la la la) B-town boy Westside up Shouts out to the down South Shouts out to the East Coast Shouts out to Canada (We thuggin'!) Shouts out to Europe (La la la) Shouts out to Germany, Asia, Africa Alaska, I love y'all for fucking with me Based God Yeah, yeah, yeah So don't ever ever speak on Lil B You might get your ass ate through the back No ho—No pope, no pope, no pope But for the ladies That's some real shit Huh-ha