Turn my swag on Lyrics

They like cap you out yo top

I want head

I feel like I'm Soulja boy

Hopping out my bed

Like hop up out my bed

Turn my swag on

Let a nigga try to take my chain

Get hit wit lead

I put on this drip

For all the times I had to beg

Fucked this bitch before

In public act like we just met

I don't need the world in my business

I need racks

Like girl get out yo feelings

You know it's no strings attached

She keep asking if I love her

Hmm bitch I guess

We was rocking guess

I can't even pronounce what I got on

I gotta guess

Real trench niggas in my circle

They so fed

I'm still fighting cases

I been chilling stacking bread

Closed mouths don't get feed

But I been talking less

I ain't tryna conversate wit niggas

Grab da tec

They know it get technical

Don't play bout my respect

They been telling me to chill

Okay bet

I'll cop a chain or sumn

I'm still catching reck

I ain't never beefing bout a bitch

I tell her fetch

Man yo bitch a flea

Keep sucking on my neck

Im like oh my god

I'm so sick I need a check

Bitch I'm up

Looking down at niggas

Fucking pest

Nawl I ain't shaking hands wit niggas

I feel blessed

I'm too blessed

I'm too blessed

They like how you keep a smile on yo face

And you so stressed

I know shit get wicked

I'm so use to that

Bitch I'm fly as hell

straight up out the jets

Ima put my hood on

It's cold where I be at

I ain't talking north face

This pole ain't made to flex

She keep calling no Id

I got her pressed

Fucked this bitch before

In public act like we just met

I don't need the world in my business

I need racks

Girl get out yo feelings

You know it's no strings attached

She asked me if I love her

Hmm bitch I guess

We was rocking guess

I can't even pronounce what I got on

I gotta guess

Like bitch I need a check

I ain't worried bout you dirty bitches

You can uh

Hope up out my bed

Turn my swag on

Take a look in the mirror

Say wassup

Yeahhh we getting money aww