GG TEF - Swagger

Aye
Ay yeah yeah
Look aye
When i walk in the room
All the fraud niggas move
All these bitches on my dick
All these hating niggas yeah they look confused
Pull up in fast cars bitch like vroom
They like how these bitches know its you?
Im smoking on gas you smoking on boof
Boy you know the bitches smell the fumes
One puff that bitch dead in a tomb
You like AE im like APC
See the difference?
And im winning the race
I aint even see another nigga in the distance
Look Im in the hood like a engine
Piston
I need the money like Tipton
Look I need the cash this instance
Ill blast you get in the way of the mission
Bah bah bah bah
Tryna tell my young niggas put the guns down
They don't listen
They dont got swag like us
Nobody fly like this still move with a pistol
Try to take my chain hollow tips hit his head
Hit his mental
Thought it was sweet
Red beam hit his forehead
Lil nigga like Hindu's
Yeah look
Thats just what it cost to be fly
Niggas hating ion really know why
Prolly cause im rocking all number nine
Probably cause im rocking all of these jewels
Or maybe im fucking his bitch boy i got the juice
If we beefing i aint calling no truce
I got niggas im still waiting to poof
Yeah
Yeah uh
Yeah
Uh no one on the
Uh
Yeah no one on the
Yeah uh look
I need that bread
I was trapping all night i Ain't have no time to rest
Ain't slime no nigga who Ain't deserve it
I could put that on my dead
And yeah I'm taking credit
Cause don't no nigga wanna owe me bread
Boy id die bout my respect
I ain't dying for no check
Know that money come and go
I handle business on the reg
And i know these bitches come and go
So i dont even want the sex
Told this one bitch that
And she said she just wanna give me neck
I was like okay
Cant go broke like no way
Member' them days i was bussin them OA's
And im making paper like 4 ways
Honestly i might go back to my old ways
Put the gloves on like OJ
Niggas snitching niggas singing like coldplay
I was just Uh
I was just bussin them plays in the trap where its lonely
I was just uh
I was just bussin them plays In the trap on my dolly
On my dolly bitch im feeling like Tony
Powered up bitch im feeling like Broly
From bussin them plays all up in the towns
Now im bussin them slaps all OT
And i dont make like
This year imma just keep that shit lowkey
When i walk in the room
All the fraud niggas move
All these bitches on my dick
All these hating niggas yeah they look confused
Pull up in fast cars bitch like vroom
They like how these bitches know its you?
Im smoking on gas you smoking on boof
Boy you know the bitches smell the fumes
One puff that bitch dead in a tomb
Cant go broke like no way
Member' them days i was bussin them OA's
And im making paper like 4 ways
Honestly i might go back to my old ways
Put the gloves on like OJ
Niggas snitching niggas singing like coldplay
I was just Uh
I was just bussin them plays in the trap where its lonely

Written by:
Tyler Hall

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