Match My Swag ft. Crybbylato Lyrics

Say these niggas to my swag, yeah, took my style

Say now I pop out to my show, I ain't got no stylist

I need a bitch from Dallas, a bitch gon' match my swag

I need a hoe that turn me up and keep me in my bag yeah

Not lay up in my bed, yeah

I ain't afraid to love

Just afraid of goin' broke

That's why I'm doing all these shows and hopping in the studio

Okay let's go

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, you know I'm slime Yuh

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, you know I'm slime Yuh

Shawty know I'm real, and she like how I feel

Say I'm super fly, I ain't took a plane in years

Say these niggas to my swag, yeah, took my style

Say now I pop out to my show, I ain't got no stylist

I need a bitch from Dallas, a bitch gon' match my swag

I need a hoe that turn me up and keep me in my bag

Not lay up in my bed, yeah

I ain't afraid to love

Just afraid of goin' broke

That's why I'm doing all these shows and hopping in the studio

Okay let's go

Just had to pull up to my show, need you to see my flow

Just had to pull up, need to see the show

I'ma show you, show up on your friend's show

I'ma do the shit I'ma, uh

I'ma run that shit like it's a suicide

I'ma throw that shit on the floor, it's suicide

Niggas want my swag, want my fashion

I'm with the gang and we thrashin'

Dancin' in the whip

Dancin' with your bitch, uh, dancin' with the shit

That's what it feel

Thats what it feel, that's what it feel

Love you my lady, you ain't even fly with shit

I'ma do that nigga what I feel

When I feel

Say these niggas to my swag, yeah, took my style

Say now I pop out to my show, I ain't got no stylist

I need a bitch from Dallas, a bitch gon' match my swag

I need a hoe that turn me up and keep me in my bag

Not lay up in my bed, yeah

I ain't afraid to love

Just afraid of goin' broke

That's why I'm doing all these shows and hopping in the studio

Okay let's go

Okay, let's go

Okay, let's go

Okay, let's go

Okay, let's go

Say these niggas to my swag, yeah, took my style

Say now I pop out to my show, I ain't got no stylist

I need a bitch from Dallas, a bitch gon' match my swag

I need a hoe that turn me up and keep me in my bag

Not lay up in my bed, yeah

I ain't afraid to love

Just afraid of goin' broke

That's why I'm doing all these shows and hopping in the studio

Okay let's go