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Swagger Back (Remastered)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Swagger Back (Remastered) was released on June 7, 2026 by R3AL Records Inc. as a part of the album Commando Kevi (Remastered)
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Release DateJune 7, 2026
LabelR3AL Records Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Gunn Kevi
2Gunn Kevi
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevion Bifford
Kevion Bifford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
2Gunn Kevi
2Gunn Kevi
Producer
Suli4q
Suli4q
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ha, too good
I'm back ****
(Mando Kee, Mando Kee)
Like back to back to back to back
Alright, without all the extras though man
All the ad-libs and the funny talking and the yelling and shit
I'ma show you raw
(This is real shit, check it, you know what I'm talking about)
Haha
I'm a beast, a monster
And if we could get contra
Can't we walk around with fullies in the street like Contra? Shit
I like ganja, move close to the mic
Kinda like I'm trying to get emotional
Compose in a lifetime of bad shit
But that's past shit, future bitches be blasting with a chopper
Ain't no difference between a block and a slasher
In the street or on the beat, I'm down to smash it
You **** feel the heat when my speaker or my Mac's fit
My raps get to the point like a cactus
And we rolling backwards so your joints can't match us
Joker, keep tweaking like a smoker
'Cause you know I got a piece but don't speak until it's over
And when it is, you can call me the truth
And my sounds is all proof so you can call me the boo
Call me that one **** that bounce out and does it
Flanked up like that one **** that knocked Kane's cousin
Call me grimy, call me greasy
MAC-9 get no handle, I'm commando key
Man, I go Rambo, easy, get greasy and drop bombs
Agent O double three, it's Young Keebion Bonds
Knockin' shit out the park minus the steroids
Flush the marijuana when it's sparkin', got me paranoid
Never get shit, it keeps me alert
'Cause I protect my surroundings, you can creep and get hurt
So which lane wanna have it with me?
Catch flames from this baby, been lil' addin' beats
Shit, our thirty clips pack everything
This thirty shit's crackin', bitches click-clack everything
Bust a head, stackin' bread, we up
Livin' life on the edge, fuck the feds, free Duff
Hey, keep up if you tryna stick with me
'Cause I keep the heat, the TEC-9 is spittin'
The breeze is too blue, I redesigned this shit quickly
I'm the human Shamu and my piranha stick wicked
Killa whalin', fish tailin' me through the streets
My mouthpiece keep propellin', I ain't sellin' it cheap
I got old habits, talk cold cash
Shit, I tear a hole in your ass with this.44 mags, bitch (I'm straight)
You on some homo-fag shit
**** speakin' 'bout funk but really don't know jack shit
Keebion's a menace, ****, mind your business
'Fore these bullets get to flyin' on you guys, get to business
Surprise the witness 'fore we make it to the trial
So for you faggot-ass ****, we ain't fakin' the child
Uh, patiently wait, no hesitation in my style
I remain low-key until this shit go down
Be quick with the four-pound, the whole clip is slowed down
Your whole clip is no old shit, I hope you can get a showdown
Suck, I better ice, ****, I'm better than your nice ****
And I ain't drop the mixtape or borrow your mic, ****
You better write, ****, and sign with the right ****
I stick to the grind, I can't blind if I don't like ****
So, if you real, get at me
Only way I'm signin' deals, if I can still flip caps
You not sayin' that I am, but if I wanted to, I can
And I'm not tryna talk shit, that's what they tellin' me I am
Ayy, don't do me mouth chop like a Uzi
Usually I got a groupie tryna tag on my dude
You can keep the smoke, bitch, my pal keep the smoke, bitch
I keep the heat, keep it toaster than my people's nosed is
I grip the beat and decompose it, keep it strictly the phonics
Who my mentor? Slow your tempo, be gentle, let me control
I be the coldest, if you colder than me, frozen
And I gotta keep it lethal, keep my Desert Eagle loaded
I keep it rollin' like Chicago box skate
Young Keevy spittin' cancer, you better watch your prostate
Before I do that, I'm bouncin' out with two straps
I'm sick, I thought you knew that, get your old clip, blue fat
With a slight breeze and twenty crisp white tees
I'm real deal on everybody, seals like nightings
They don't like me 'cause I strike like lightning
They get frightened when they hear my mouthpiece rip
They get excited when these **** thrill up
SK rip 'em to hell up this chopper
Leave 'em where they lay, I stay and pick the shells up
Like a real G, shit, G **** better kill me
'Fore I stack a couple mil' and it be over, for real
See, I work pro tools, it get worse with the focus
Every verse is like a nurse, it bring birth to the locust
I go posted with a dagger in the track
I do this shit to let you know your boy got his swagger back
Written by: Kevion Bifford
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