Swag Out lyrics

[Intro]
Now look what we have here
Fan requested track number 3, Swag!

[Hook]
I’m swaggin', I’m swaggin', I’m swaggin' (now do it do it)
On a level most n*ggas can’t imagine, (I do it do it)
I can't read but my outfits matching(FV motha f*cka!)
I can't spell but the paper I'm stacking (let's go!)

[Verse1]
FV is the regime, and SwizZzle's an extremist
I'm strapped with explosives on my way to your local cleaners
As soon as I see your nanny take your drawers out the dryer
I'm tapping her shoulder and I'm detonating behind her
Back so I'ma start it up, make sure you check your blind spot I'm coming for your ass and architecting your pine box Premeditated murder, I've been secretly plotting
While you were enjoying lavish trips to Jacobs, chain shopping
Know it's on now, the little n*gga hit the set
With a few words I can't hold back, I must release up off my chest
Seems to me we have a major case of [?]
Every n*gga is a copycat from the way they sound to the way they dress
What is this? I don't know, [?] can you fill me in?
A lot of garbage hit the airwaves in 2010
The fake sh*t makes me cringe, therefore I don't buy in
Tell these pus*y artist corporate motherf*ckers recommend
I'd rather listen to Deadmau5 and pop a pokey
And find a hipster chick that has a tongue like Yoshi
I spit sh*t grossly unaffected by the dollar sign
Money's not the motive
A petty price tag won't change my mind, nah