FYS (f*ck Yo Swag) lyrics

by

Timbaland


[Chorus]
North side, Saint Louis, where I'm from
Anything, I say, gon get done
My creez, so fly mane, you can't touch my sh*t
n*gga say he flyer than me? n*gga f*ck yo swag
f*ck yo swag, f*ck yo swag
n*gga say he flyer than me? n*gga f*ck yo swag
f*ck yo swag, f*ck yo swag
n*gga say he flyer than me? n*gga f*ck yo swag

[Verse 1]
Hazelwood, in the Mills mane, is where the f*ck I be
Last Kings representative, and a chairman for PNC
LA or San Diego? Nah b*tch, got this at Zumiez
Hot Topic is the shirt, jeans either Levi or maybe AE
Galaxy socks when I'm on the f*cking track
Like Yo Gotti I got them f*cking racks
My True Religion jeans you can call them f*cking facts
Shoutout my old school n*gga named Stacks
Zumiez on my back, custom 10s costed me a stack
You know this Phillies cap a snapback, and my LK hat is a strapback
Grape 5's on my feet, size 13
AE jeans all white, something like cocaine
Her eyes on my swag, my eyes on her wag
You say you got this bookbag? Sike, n*gga f*ck yo swag

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Wearing clothes that say LK, AE, or PNC
J's on my feet but I ain't Miley
Cruising down the street like Eazy-E
You can't find this shirt, this muthaf*cka ain't in no aisle
I'm so goddamn fresh I was born in the muthaf*cking laundry detergent aisle [Hold on...]
Had to wipe me down, swag straight dripping
Watch your b*tch 'cause if she come over here she gon be slipping
Lean in my LK cup, like Slim Thug I'm tipping
Racks in my Levi jeans, it got a n*gga limping
I ain't dress up for sh*t, n*gga I always look like this
Adrian Peterson on my wrist this AP costed 3 bricks
All y'all n*ggas gay, quit staring at a n*gga I know you ain't got this
On my Beyoncé sh*t, I woke up like this, flawless

[Chorus]

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