(Art Dealer) Ha

(AM)

Swag jack

Swag jack

Swag jack

Swag jack

Swag jack

Swag jack

Swag jack

Let me get my swag back

No identity, where your swag at?

I had to switch my swag and get in my bag

I switched up the top

Damn, this ho too bad

I'm coppin her diamonds and put 'em on ice

Copped that bitch a AP 'cause I already piped

Bit my swag, got' gatekeep, too many niggas wanna be like

Bitch, I came from nothin'

you know nothin' 'bout this life, fuck

I'm in this bitch with Jordan

hell no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Michael

My bankroll oversized

Would've gave you a second chance, but all you do is lie

I'm lookin' for my power, sky-high

Ecstacy we fuck for hours, I make her tap out

Fuck a rollout, I'm not no Autobot

And I ain't trippin' 'bout that bitch, she been a thot

And I stay to myself, no, I don't talk a lot

Gen5 under my belt, thirty-one shots

Know I got so many cars, I could fill up a parking lot

Might cop her a G-Wagon, all in her G-spot

All my hoes up, I don't fuck no broke thot

Call them hoes up, I need some pussy right now

I slide like a hockey puck, don't let that shit hype you up

Never sent ya shit, I never gave a fuck

The hate louder than the love but it's still love

If you reciprocate the energy, that's real love

Tell me who realer

The one with the blick, or the one with the money?

I got both, I'm havin' that loaf

Bread in, you can't get a slice

Popped a new pill, I reached a new high

Big Glock, you don't wanna fight

Swear I'll pop you if you try

She a ten, oh my, we gazin' at the stars

These niggas soft, I go too hard

And I can't even see you, reached the stars