Swag Dead

Lyrics

[Hook: Choir Boy & Ouija Macc] You say the swag dead? Excuse my laughter Why you cuffin' on your chicc? Do I distract her? The tricc is not to (?) ?? [Verse 1: Choirboy] ? [Hook] [Verse 2: Supa Sortahuman] ? [Hook] [Verse 3: Ouija Macc] Head home Ya dead wrong Swag is dead than we the damn bones And them some You ain't even in the red zone Head home We cookin' in the end zone Your wins gone Voila voila (voila) Let me get this motherfuccin' guala Throw them inches on my motherfuccin' Impala My daughter craccin' piñatas like "bloodclot, who the fucc gassin' these crackers (huh?) Who let these white boys believe that they rappers Quit plucking your eyebrows Swag isn't a snapbacc Its about what separates your soul from the whacc pacc Knicc knacc patty whacc suckas wanna swagga jacc They steal the swag and they sleep on us They tracc nap and won't speak on us We built the swag and put teeth on it Hoes call the police on it This beat dirty like shitty draws but my flo'w so clean you can eat on it My crew gon' eat on it Otherwise it won't be me on it Got Supasorta Got Delimane Got them Got too much heat on it [Verse 4: Delimane] ? [Hook]