Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rissardio
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Ali, what the fuck?)
Ha, ha
Swag is absurd
My **** got glockys, yea my **** we gon swerve
And I got the bag selling packs of them birds
I just got these bags, now these bitches wanna flirt
I just got a bag, now she wanna take off my shirt
Yeah, yeah, I done got a bag now she wanna take off her skirt
Yeah, I done seen it all yeah
Now she wanna call yeah
I cash out at the mall yeah
These **** they not on my level yeah
Hoes, yes I just got several yeah
AP, do you want a bezel?
Bitch I'm a dog, no I cannot settle yeah
Bitch I'm a dog, no I cannot settle
Rocking all black feel like metal
Yeah, yeah, got a bad bitch, she gone do whatever I say
And we ain't lasting, I'm in the city for the day
Stop all the acting, bitch we is not lasting huh
Fuck her one night, get up out my crib hoe
Get up out my whip, get up out my dealing hoe
Yeah, yeah, you ain't feeling me? But I ain't got no feeling hoe
I got my own wave and they copy that shit
I got the swag and they copy that bitch
I got my own bag they can't copy that bitch
How the fuck is you hating? **** you ain't even rich yeah
Yeah
Haa
Bitch I'm rocking Rick's huh, Givenchy my bitch, yeah
I got all the swag, bitch I got the fits, y-yeah
Bitch you know I'm gleeZin, I don't ever miss yeah
So Sad That I'm Happy, I'm on bipolar shit yeah
Yeah, yeah, got a bad bitch, she gone do whatever I say
And we ain't lasting, I'm in the city for the day
Stop all the acting, bitch we is not lasting huh
Fuck her one night, get up out my crib hoe
Get up out my whip, get up out my dealing hoe
Yeah, yeah, you ain't feeling me? But I ain't got no feeling hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Written by: Yung Rissardio
