Gizz Y.H - I just don't talk about it (nah hu-uh) lyrics

//..Chorus..// [Gizz Y.H] I got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i Just don't talk about it x2 Nah uh uh i just don't talk about it,uh uh nah i Just don't talk about it x2 //.. Verse 1 ..// [Young Aux] ( young aux ...) G shock no rollee/ Its just me and my homies/ Hella bands hella bands/ we pop tags with hella Bands/ T-shirt printed Y.C might get sponserd by nike/ Now these n******gs tryna steal my swag like a thief In the night/ All white teeth no fake j**ls im too clean/ Tatoo on her back says Aux bout that cream/ I might pull up in a light h0use/ Pop a n******gs lights out/for all that hating/ Can't count the money im making/ Oh god it feels like i made it/ Have you ever felt the feeling of couting up on a Million/ Chillin with b**hes we sippin/ Purple cush in that cabin/if you can't aford me i Ain't performing/ Swag is when i wake up while your b**h is Snoring/ Im a self made cheese boy straight brewd from Mzansi/ Tell that ain't swag enough jelouse phantsi/ //..chorus..// [Gizz Y.H] I got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i Just don't talk about it x2 Nah uh uh i just don't talk about it,uh uh nah i Just don't talk about it x2 //..Verse 2..// [Raw Deal] (yeah,nah man,Youngster Clique,Raw Deal...) Im Raw Deal/ OG/ Oh shiit im back again/ Flawsin up,yellow sh**/yellow vans thats k**er Swag/ Dressing like a pilot/ My swag fly as heaven/ Yourll baby kites oh god/ My b**h fly oh my/ No beef n******gs im sorry/ My white girl is foriegn/ You fake n******gs is hating/im smelling like a G/ These hoes on my dick/ Im tryna get that paper/ Im flawsin like a b**h/ Step back b**h stop hating/ Im gone see my baby/ You broke a** dont have them/ Mother f**er its Raw Deal/ Hating n******gs go to hell/ //..chorus..//[Gizz Y.H] I got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i Just don't talk about it x2 Nah uh uh i just don't talk about it,uh uh nah i Just don't talk about it x2 //..Verse 3..// [Gizz Y.H] (less yada yada,and more swaging for youngster Clique you dig,its Gizz Youngster Halla...) Im on my black berry swag/ I dont have to brag/ Stacking stacks on em stacks/ Im talking cash f** the cheques/ Money to the bank only promos in the bag/ And buddy thinks his fly cause he little bit Famouse/ Im canserouse/ Rediculouse/ Perfections of the genesis/ Somebody should have told ya/ My swag might extort ya/ Ill scriptures speak for themselves broucher/ Mommy scooping out in the stars in a blink you Lost her/ Im on my fly ish/ I buy ish/ Street attitude im bout it/ Flyer then a muh/ Keep my business on the low like a sports car/ Nah uh uh/ I dont even have to talk about it/ Cause im bout it ya dig/ //..Chorus..//