Wolf Gang
Golf Wang
Swag me out, b**h
In an $8000 outfit
Y'all hear these n***as talking, it ain't about sh**
I'm on 15, these n***as on Cloud 6
Tryna get to 9, I'm who they get behind
Thirsty to get some shine
But b**h, you can't skip the line
And time won't even give you minutes
Cause this sh** is mine
You live that ad-lib life, with the unscripted lines
I k** em all, just ball, no evidence behind
My steps too complex, you can't convict the crime
I'm just a criminal, high to my last breath
In and out of cities pushing missies till no gas left
Street ballin, I was rushing out my Timex
And I'm about that f**ing scratch paper like a math test
That good sh** is forming back, Rogaine
And they so plain I can't feel em: c**aine
When it's in the nasal and you're facially numb mane
Snorting all them five dollar verses, them sh**'s is chump change
I'm on my grind, that's some cliche sh**
But if they see me anywhere, my enemies hate quick
Like "he ain't even swag, n***a, he can't spit" and
"Everytime he come around we feel like we ain't sh**"
Save the chit-chatter, it's money to get after
Cheating in the book of life
A n***a about to skip chapters
From flat broke to phat quotes, I'm a real ba*tard
And I smoke weed til I feel like a Zen master
It's certified homicide, I'm a clit' master
High cla** pretty b**h basher, big kush asher
They told me Domo you're the chosen one
Convincing every single b**h that they the only one
This sh** was cute even way before the song begun
If I'm not a real n***a, then show me one
But b**h, don't show me none