Swag Out

Lyrics

[Intro] Now look what we have here Fan requested track number 3, Swag! [Hook] I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' (now do it do it) On a level most niggas can't imagine, (I do it do it) I can't read but my outfits matching(FV motha fucka!) I can't spell but the paper I'm stacking (let's go!) [Verse1] FV is the regime, and SwizZzle's an extremist I'm strapped with explosives on my way to your local cleaners As soon as I see your nanny take your drawers out the dryer I'm tapping her shoulder and I'm detonating behind her Back so I'ma start it up, make sure you check your blind spot I'm coming for your ass and architecting your pine box Premeditated murder, I've been secretly plotting While you were enjoying lavish trips to Jacobs, chain shopping Know it's on now, the little nigga hit the set With a few words I can't hold back, I must release up off my chest Seems to me we have a major case of [?] Every nigga is a copycat from the way they sound to the way they dress What is this? I don't know, [?] can you fill me in? A lot of garbage hit the airwaves in 2010 The fake shit makes me cringe, therefore I don't buy in Tell these pussy artist corporate motherfuckers recommend I'd rather listen to Deadmau5 and pop a pokey And find a hipster chick that has a tongue like Yoshi I spit shit grossly unaffected by the dollar sign Money's not the motive A petty price tag won't change my mind, nah [Hook] I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' (now do it do it) On a level most niggas can't imagine, (I do it do it) I can't read but my outfits matching(FV motha fucka!) I can't spell but the paper I'm stacking (let's go!) [Verse 2] Louis Gucci this, Gucci Louis that Prada is my dog, Dolce is my cat I take 'em to the Beverly Center when I'm dropping raps Black cards swiping fast, popping tags It ain't tricking cause I got it like that Oh no you're very mistaken It doesn't take a lot to witness the devastation Homes foreclosing, families can't afford the payments Politicians are puppets working for corporations I seen niggas with degrees and PhD's From ranked UC's bartending at Applebee's Topping off daiquiris and picking up extra shifts Cause the school they invested in ain't helping them with shit Education is a trick, kids are only getting dumber And we sit back and we wonder how little B's doin' numbers And morons like Joe the Plumber fight bills that only help him We negate science when it proves the planet's melting Rednecks swear that our president is Muslim Lobbyists rig elections and nobody does nothing Alcohol's okay yet we criminalize weed And we been sacrificing our sons and daughters since '03 We're trapped in a war that never should've happened It's been eight damn years and we're still funding the madness Uncle Sam is pumping money to a hopeless situation While Americans are fixed on pumping fists with The Situation [Hook] I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' (now do it do it) On a level most niggas can't imagine, (I do it do it) I can't read but my outfits matching(FV motha fucka!) I can't spell but the paper I'm stacking (let's go!)