Kopy Da Swag Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah

They wanna copy the swag I know

They tryna' copy the style the flow

Wake up and pick a new bag (Pick a new bag)

Wake up and count some new racks (Count some new racks)

Wake up and rip a new tag

Remember back in the day when I couldn't do that!

Now i'm going up

I'm winning she feinin' to fuck

Run up on me, that boy testin' his luck

Hear that gun sound that boy better duck

Celibate ZEEM, no I don't give a fuck

Black limousine the hoes ridin' with us

Shot him in his spleen, watch him spill out his guts

You know that I'm keepin' it tucked

Hit for the night, but not keepin' in touch

These ni***s be lames, gon' keep it a buck (Let's go!)

Being honest, you n****s just suck

Since a jit, had to run up the bucks

34 on me, I play for the Bucks (Yea, yea, yea)

Your bitch give me brain I give her the dental (Let's go!)

Think she mine, but this hoe just a rental (Uh-huh)

Copy my flow, instrumental

Said she a virgin, I'm hittin' it gentle

They tryna copy the swag

But they cannot copy these racks

They cannot copy my bitch

Hit her phone, I know she hitting me back

Pitiful, I knew that bitch was a rat!

The money stand tall as giraffe (Yeah)

They say, "ZEEM where you at?"

On the road, but I'm coming right back (Yea, yea, yea, yea)

Making moves ain't no time for slow motion

Bend her up, this bitch wet as the ocean

She said my style provoking

She wet as the Nile, so I'mma just soak in

And they know that I move with a army

He sweet I know he won't harm me

Waving that gun just to taunt me

She like that I'm big, she ain't fuck with the small me

And I'm keepin' the racks in the safe

She said, "ZEEM when I'm with you I'm safe" (Yeah)

Pull out, I nut on her face

Sweet like some candy, she love how I taste

Pop a shroom, and I'm floating to space

Inside the coupe the interior space

Yeah, she never been in a rafe

Only one shot, you gon miss or you make (Let's go)

Whip up in the kitchen, I bake

Alexander my feet, no I'm not wearing Bape

Cut the grass, I'm lookin' for snakes

160 the dash, gotta run from the jakes (Run from the jakes)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah