Old Swag lyrics

[Intro: Digital Nas / Fauni]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Digital Nas checking in
Giving you all another Digital Nas exclusive
It's some real fire sh*t n*gga
f*ck all y'all n*ggas
You know man
Thouxanband
My n*gga Nas
Yeah
Digital bands digital bands
Gettin' them digital bands
[?]

[Hook]
If she reject me, then she neck me
Eventually that lil' b*tch, she gon' respect me
Hydrocodone and some oxys if you wanna pop these, or cop these
These n*ggas like some nazis, your b*tch like paparazzi
How you gon' stunt with my old b*tch, my old swag
All that sh*t I been had, that jet lag, smoke jet lag
No sleepin', my eyes designer bags
n*ggas flip facts' like acrobats
You ain't welcome here, ain't no welcome mat

[Verse 1]
These hoes gon' come and go
Then come back like welcome back
Matter fact, I already knew that
b*tch just got a face tat
My b*tch just got a face tat, aye
Just remind her where she get that
When she came in okay, uh
[Hook]
If she reject me, then she neck me
Eventually that lil' b*tch, she gon' respect me
Hydrocodone and some oxys if you wanna pop these, or cop these
These n*ggas like some nazis, your b*tch like paparazzi
How you gon' stunt with my old b*tch, my old swag
All that sh*t I been had, that jet lag, smoke jet lag
No sleepin', my eyes designer bags
n*ggas flip facts' like acrobats
You ain't welcome here, ain't no welcome mat

[Verse 2]
I just throw that dough, girl gon' need some dough
I'm gon need some more, I'm gon need that dough
I'm gon need some more, b*tch I need that dough
b*tch I need that dough, b*tch I need that dough
b*tch I need that dough, I'm gon' need some more
Don't do this sh*t for show, they just ask for some more
Okay you want an encore, Fauni he gon' give em that
b*tch I'm gon' give em that, 15 thousand for that [?]
f*ck, because we got it, b*tch I f*cking do
You don't needa know what be in these shoes
Cash everywhere, I keep it everywhere
Stashes in my body, sh*t, even in my lair
Gotta keep a safe, stay safe be safe, these n*ggas ain't safe
n*gga like a ace, and I get them bands
Like I bank with chase
Never chase a b*tch, n*gga catch a snitch
Never get lost, all these boys gon' hit
All my boys gon' hit, shawty let me hit
Either way it goes boy, you's a walkin lick
The function aye it's lookin lit
Came through and ran them bands up, from deposit sh*t
Aye I ran in your pockets b*tch, straight out the closet
Okay you might see that Jack Skellington, in my closet, f*ck it though
f*ck it though, get naked, and she let me f*ck it though
Shawty throw that throat, f*ck it though
[Outro: Digital Nas]
f*ck all y'all n*ggas
It's Digital Nas
f*ck all y'all opp ass n*ggas
I see y'all n*ggas
I see through all that bullsh*t n*gga
I'll sh*t on all y'all n*ggas