Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vernon Louis Brooks III
Songwriter
Kiernan Besh
Songwriter
Hugo Quintero
Songwriter
Thomas Sinclair
Songwriter
Joseph Gardner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Isaac Falley
Recording Engineer
CZAR Julius
Engineer
Lyrics
Opine
Yetty
SWOG (SWOG)
SWOG (SWOG)
SWOG SWOG SWOG
Mainey on, Mainey on deck
SWOG
Hoodie on, beanie on, sweat
SWOG
Smiley-T dripping, I'm wet
SWOG
Mainey on, Mainey on deck
SWOG
Mainey on, Mainey on deck
SWOG
Hoodie on, beanie on, sweat
SWOG
Smiley-T dripping, I'm wet
SWOG
Mainey on, Mainey on deck
SWOG
Mainey on deck
Fresh off the jet
Chi-town trippin
Mainey effect
Back to my set
Plan out my set
Settling down
I'm doing my best
Damn I feel fresh
Young nigga out straight ghoulin'
Street skate groovin'
You know how we do it
Play my music
Roll me a bullet
(Hold up, fuck)
Big dick energy, I'm speaking with my mouth closed
I need good brain like Baraka's ending combo
Eyes on me, they should call a nigga Danzo
Y'all know
Ain't about the money, no convo
I ain't really one about the drama
Life's a run on sentence, I need commas
Period
SOCO Going Up
Floor XIII
SWOG makes three
That's a holy trinity, like yee
Mainey on, Mainey on deck
SWOG
Hoodie on, beanie on, sweat
SWOG
Smiley-T dripping, I'm wet
SWOG
Mainey on, Mainey on deck
SWOG (Ew!)
Mainey on, Mainey on deck
SWOG
Hoodie on, beanie on, sweat
SWOG
Smiley-T dripping, I'm wet
SWOG
Mainey on, Mainey on deck
SWOG
Mainey On, Mainey all day
She give me cranium brain
I wanna perform at the stadium
In my element Uranium
Ay
Hit me with the skinny on the trip
Sometimes you don't get to see the flip
Side of situations
Know I wish I could've seen you graduated
Wish you made it
I don't Even know how I'ma make it
Shit (sheesh!)
Lot of shit talked, but it's few who gonna do it
Stay to myself and I speak with my music
Swoggin' in they faces lil' stupid
You outta shape
No you ain't congruent
Young Yetty know what he doing
Opine down with the movement
SWOG (SWOG)
On SWOG (SWOG)
On SWOG (SWOG)
On SWOG (SWOG)
I'm groovy
Some will offer God
Some want other goods
So we over grow
What we understood
Static weighing on guts
Something working our guns
(Pew pew)
Ain't our fingers on the trigger that's fo sho
(Yee)
Mainey generation or its no hope
(SWOG)
I don't like to smile in my photos
Fuck that
Mainey on, Mainey all day
Writer(s): Vernon Brooks Iii
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