Phew, phew

Yeah, ha

Yeah, ha

Yeah, ha

Yeah, ha

Ha, phew

Ha, chyeah

I'm mad, berserk

I swag, I surf

Too bad, for certain

Two bands for my shirt

New baddie, she perfect

New bag and she want it

I'm mad, berserk

I swag, I surf (phew)

(Ha, ha, yeah, ha)

Went to sleep fresh in a coffin, woke up and I went shoppin'

Put all my clothes alphabetical order, I got so many options (chyeah)

On Monday, I'm rockin' Armani briefs, on Sunday, Alexander the office

I had to sit down with the team at McQueen and they tellin' me I'm rockin' it properly (true stories)

I step on them, they can't rest (true stories)

They tellin' me take this check (true stories)

28 carats in the back of my mouth 'cause I really been tryna say less (less)

28 carats on four rings and I got an Audi on my chest (yeah)

I'm too swagged out, tell your boyfriend he ain't your boyfriend, he's your ex

I'm swaggin', I'm surfin', I'm goin' berserk like post-traumatic stress

(ha, chyeah, ha, chyeah)

I'm mad, berserk

I swag, I surf (phew)

Too bad, for certain

Two bands for my shirt

New baddie, she perfect

New bag and she want it

Ha, huh? Ha, chyeah, ha

Too swagged might not even do the next— (huh, oh my)

Too swagged might not even do the next verse