
Swag Killa Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, 25
Yeah, yeah, yeah, 25
Yeah, yeah, yeah, 25
They say you think you the shit I been that
It ain't nothin' new
I like thumbin' through the hundreds
Big racks till my fingers blue
I'm gon' always live if the odds
Either me or you
I wasn't rockin' Jordan
As a kid, I just rocked tennis shoes
I don't know what break is, what
I ain't even been to Jiffy Lube
Which one of y'all gon' eat dick first
I ain't got time to pick and choose
I ain't gon' lie, I'm leavin' with two
Both of y'all just hella cute
Let's make art and I get in between
Both of y'all like I'm some glue
I told Cal I got the wheel
Just sit back and let me drive
I can't listen to that bullshit
That you say it get declined
Here we go, you acting weird
What the fuck I should've known
I told her I'm an alien
I'm tryna get lil shawty probed
I'm tryna get lil shawty probed
I call twin like "what you on?"
I stay gettin' in that mode
25 And Neezy get them gone
They say you say you think you the shit
I been at, it ain't nothin' new
I like thumbin' through the hundreds
Big racks till my fingers blue
I'm gon' always live if the odds
Either me or you
I wasn't rockin' Jordan
As a kid, I just rocked tennis shoes
Yeah, I used to rock Timbs too
Whew I need ten of you
I'm tryna feel you
I'm tryna feel you
Yeah, I'm smokin' on Elon Musk
But ain't no space in this pack
They didn't know I had neon guts
That's what happen when your heart go black
I got four legs, on me right now
Shawty, that's why I walk like thus
Oh yeah, and bro, drive too damn fast
Only thing he know is scat
You right here, but I can't feel ya
It give me a chill, yeah
I want a Brazilian
But i want her booty real, though
25, just so far-fetched
I didn't even start yet
I just bought a UFO
And I don't know where to park it
Don't know what to expect
Got a problem get it address
She gettin' undressed
Then I'm finna get dumb neck
Oh yeah, I'm movin' slow-mo
I'm feelin' the effects
25, came out of nowhere
So hard that I left a indent
Hit like Floyd Mayweather
Look here come the swag, killa
Yeah, I don't rock just tennis shoes no more
I turned up and bought marigellas
They say you think you the shit
I been that, it ain't nothin' new
I like thumbin' through the hundreds
Big racks till my fingers blue
I'm gon' always live if the odds
Either me or you
I wasn't rockin' Jordan
As a kid, I just rocked tennis shoes