[Verse 1: IZZY VEGETABLE$] This the type of flow that turns a good girl to a ho The reason that kat stacks started f**ing just some years ago Go ahead swag me out Supreme hat swag me out Vacation in Beijing, your b**h on my D-Ling Talks the talk but walks the walk of nine marching men Popping pills like I'm a schizophrenic or pregnant man Who's that? Leave you hanging like a coat rack. Walking like my dick weighs more than my own sack I'm the reason Monique was caught eating And Clinton was caught cheating And Phelps was caught cheefing The brooklyn Dodgers were dodging While cops were robbing And robbers were in apartments But next time you wanna stop this? You better call and ask I'm the boss I bought the swag You the b**h, border line a f*g Popping tags then leave the bag Leaving with twenty IZZY'S and twenty limo's and golden Jags There goes Holly son, moving in his moccosans
Mom, they blocked me in Tried to shoot but disappeared Now I'm skipping school like Ferris Bueller and all his friends (Whoa) And I came to bring the pain This that gold chain 95 Holly & the Wu Tang Skinny n***a like Lu Kane, Holly high when I'm up in space Molly good, but she has no taste (laughter) (blow) Go tell basedgod quit rapping before he hurts himself This isn't a diss song, no I'm just rapping for common wealth I'm the best for this No subliminal messages Don't tell your family listen, it's like Coulumbining your kid's I'm only seventeen, flying with the fliest birds Throwing up the peace sign because drug's won't let me say a word If you ain't f**ing what you in here for? That's the second best realist quote When it comes to swag I'm the pope When it comes to s**, I'm her dope n***a