Check My Swag ft. Bagz Dongreen Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
You know what I had to do, Texas in this mother fucka, let the beat drop
Yeah, ha ha, you know what it is, DFW music in this bitch
Check my swag, it's your boy Blu3, got my nigga Bagz in the building, ha ha
They say, us versus them is like a Corvette versus 10-speed in this bitch
They say I'm like Barack with the suits, but like Hov with the fitteds
They droppin' content, but all they shit is being copywritten
On sight, I'm a real one, from my head to my toes
Before you recognize the man, before the shine and the clothes
Before they ever see my chick, before they heard my son flow
I been that legendary nigga, everybody wanna know
Shit, everyday been that way since I was 12 years old
Was royalty in the womb, was on the throne before I was born
It's the aura that I give off, I glow indigo blue
They say the ocean's in his eyes, don't get too close, or he'll Atlantic you
The Titanic and Fitzgerald, yeah, I'm bringin' down the monsters
Pussy motherfuckers out here livin' as if they mobsters
Yeah, they only wish that they could eat what I shit
Yuckmouth ass, niggas, this is as close as it gets
Whenever I step in the box, the defense play defense
I'm with Trout, Griffey, and Ruth, I'm with the legends in this bitch
You can only wish to be me in another lifetime
But God couldn't make another even if he fuckin' tried
Check my Swag
Dripped out from my head to my kicks
I'm who these niggas wanna be and who they hoes don't wanna miss
Check my Swag
Ask Webster the definition of real
Demeanor on chill with a license to kill
Got them like, who is that
Ladies breakin' they necks, wantin' me to come break they backs
Check my Swag
Hands down, there will never be another
I stay out in the open, the niggas is undercover
Check my Swag
I got em' checkin' my swag like I'm bringin' 2012 back
I'm spinnin' on these niggas like a bitch without no pad
I just love to make haters mad, when Blu3 hit me up, I just laughed
Cause I know we bout to kill him, homicide on a dog ass
There's no more to say, he a thug, but MTV's gon' pay the way
Niggas think cause Moe 3 died, that Dallas music faded away
I don't ride no blue or a gray, chameleon paint when I leave stains
28's when I switch lanes, chain swangers, that's doin' my thing
I'm propane to a flame, please put out your cigarette, man
I'm highly explosive when I drop your notice, you cannot control this
Ain't nobody come to see you, Otis, you be on some hoe shit
But Bagz be mostly busy hittin' licks and gettin' rich
You can hear by this beat, it was meant for me
So I'ma keep do it big, the judge can sentence me
To 80 years if I don't keep it G
I'm swangin' but I'm swaggin
Drop off the ledge, fantastic
Your baby mama talkin nasty
But she ain't got no cabbage swag bitch
Check my Swag
Dripped out from my head to my kicks
I'm who these niggas wanna be and who they hoes don't wanna miss
Check my Swag
Ask Webster the definition of real
Demeanor on chill with a license to kill
Got them like, who is that
Ladies breakin' they necks, wantin' me to come break they backs
Check my Swag
Hands down, there will never be another
I stay out in the open, the niggas is undercover
Check my Swag