Swag Route Lyrics

(Uh, yeah, yeah)

All of my hoes hella' ratchet

Yeah, I be fucking the baddest

Nigga hit 21, turned to a savage

Shoutout my gang, we all fye, ain't no average

My shooter upping that fye, don't need practice

R.I.P Kobe, I hit, I don't pass it, yeah

All of these hoes broke, they don't got no passion

Nigga ain't talking 'bout shit, why you rapping?

Nigga needa' stop all that acting, stop all that capping

We wipe his nose like a napkin, yeah

I'm upping my money, it's stacking, stacking

If it's 'bout money, I'm crashing

Cash in my pockets got a nigga sagging

I told my momma, it's part of the fashion

Yeah, I'm going up more than niggas tryna' belittle man

All of my pockets filled with senior citizens

I can not say too much, these niggas listening

Dumb nigga talking shit, he sound illiterate

ROP going up, I swear, I bet that shit

My hoe don't cook like Kya, need a better bitch

Greg gon' slide with pistol like Pete Maravich

Greg gon' slide, Greg gon' slide

Up in the rental

These niggas broke, they chicken is little

My pockets green like the riddle (Brrr)

I call up Trav, he gon' get 'em

I got two hoes, feel like Malcolm I'm stuck in the middle

These hoes must be dumb if they thinking I'll pick 'em

Huh, I'll backdoor a nigga, I trick 'em

Huh, I call up my dog, he gon' sick 'em

Yeah, I'm the man now

Nigga broke, pull a band out

Lil hoe give me head 'till I pass out

Niggas gave me the ball, I won't pass now

Niggas back then was hating, they trash now

Put yo' parlay on me, you gon' cash out

I was broke, I turned to a cash cow

Up the fashion, had to go the swag route

(Uh, yeah, yeah)

All of my hoes hella' ratchet

Yeah, I be fucking the baddest

Nigga hit 21, turned to a savage

Shoutout my gang, we all fye, ain't no average

My shooter upping that fye, don't need practice

R.I.P Kobe, I hit, I don't pass it, yeah

All of these hoes broke, they don't got no passion

Nigga ain't talking 'bout shit, why you rapping?

Nigga needa' stop all that acting, stop all that capping

We wipe his nose like a napkin, yeah

I'm upping my money, it's stacking, stacking

If it's 'bout money, I'm crashing

Cash in my pockets got a nigga sagging

I told my momma, it's part of the fashion