Rittz - F**k Swag lyrics

15 and I back it hard I'm in garage And my homies riding with me and they better recharge I talk about the car and tell 'em they won't be off I'm off Atlanta representers and we're given the yonk And be better this cars and the swap in the squad Swag 'em with the lamers f** what they laughin' in for I'm controller b**h we just hit the gravity volume Half of these rappers to bad to be given rappin' and all Tryin' to dress up like a widow when it's a mighty narrow soul Make me wanna strike another mall I'm in the bowling pit Maybe I'm just holding out the touch got the tutors for the kids If you don't like me going 'em b**h I'ma looney again you lil' motherf**er I'm over and I stick 'em up they say they're yellow go and then provoking And it's time for me to tell the difference between a rapper and a singer Of a rock and roll band I don't think this sh** is proper yet Way too many rappers wanna look like Lenny Krevitz Personally I think these pussies get too many pa**es Thrift store shopping with the sh** chore Rockin' lips lame and your music ain't with the sh** as ever And if that will make you matters even better I don't swear and people talking sh** about the way I look every day Long hair don't care, red pair of Air Jordan's And I wear all black on, f** f** swag, you're a geek f** swag, f** swag, f** swag, f** swag f** swag, f** swag, f** swag, f** swag You're a geek f** swag You're a geek All these rappers wanna bite but they don't know how to write They cause all they freeze diamond n******gs tight Every time I say go on with the metaphor And if they wanna pause or laugh or ad live They sway and just top off who they like Tryin' to sound like Gucci or Future or Toochi The dudes need a lesson before they get behind the mic Ain't nobody buying your records in the hype It was feeling me until they see 'em white Now they like many raps too fast What you slow homie, you handicapped? What you need a walker, you hearin it, a fanny pad What you unhappy the cheddar's back, the many pack Or the back game, the cadillac's I'm out to raise a barn to get adapt the cameras flash 'Cause they see a star when I walk in the room No silent, let it rap I bet you when I walk in my shoes It's funny that I'm hot Last year popper's was cool when you You was too official Whether you a hit you tired n***as You in skinny jeans, tekkie Louie belt whip you The client try to strip you heavy j**elry would take a pic Post the sh** on Instagram I s** a dick You b**h look real dumb Still slum, I don't pleasant hear lump Bumping Big Krit and Yelawolf I don't feel pun Rappers with no sk**s come on with me I k** them You f** with me I'm the real one f** swag, f** swag, f** swag, f** swag f** swag, f** swag, f** swag, f** swag You're a geek f** swag You're a geek