Swag City b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
Swag city b*tch swag swag city b*tch
And im back back wit diddy b*tch

[Verse 1: Los]

n*gga slide to the side let a flyer guy in
As I light that ass up like a fire fly then
Put hot sh*t out like im fire fightin
At my funeral you couldn't be as live as I am
And I promise I am
My swag ain't even from this motherf*ckin' planet
Im surprised that I am
n*gga's wanna battle me but not like serious
Cause I'm the best dot, but dot like period
Use to f*ckin b*tches thats magazine cover gorgeous
My mattress covered with models
My boxers covered in horses
My rollie covered in diamonds
Motherf*cker its gorgeous
In the winter push the hummers again
And jus cover the porsches ahhh
I got it covered you couldn't cover a portion
Im killin you son I hope my insurance cover abortion
Cause I'm on that bullsh*t
There ain't a sicker brother that rap
Im dope as stuffin' your nose
With that sh*t that come in that pack
They sick if I'm on the track they better show me respect
Cause I've had it up to my neck like a n*gga covered in tats
Dont mix me up wit this rap they subtract my energy
Try to do me but they lack identity
Black eye spendin cheese
Just to throw ice on the face
Like a n*gga with a black eye finna' be
I black out you n*ggas back out timidly
I pass out ass whoopins you pass out physically
Stick wit me n*ggas out they lame ass mind
Every b*tch you see me with you playin name that dime
Make them knock the walls down
Between the louis and the gucci store
So I can shop them both at the same damn time
You a train I'm a plane you're playin you need to train
You need to watch too
Your watch too plain you need a chain
Your fox too lame she just wanna' ride shotgun
Ironically she give a lot of brain and ain't got one
Stop son, sun won't let another one block em'
By summers come I'm the number one option
Yup here come another one
n*gga's better group up
Mob up gwap up yea n*ggas troupe up
Get your little jewelry together shine your coupes up
Pop ur pills hit all your kush pour your juice up
Cause when I put this war paint on and lace these boots up
All this fly sh*t dont fly jus throw the deuce up
I just want that lambi and I'm cool cuh'
Thinkin' bout that grammy got me Sammy Sosa juiced up
If she got a fanny lil' mammy gettin' scooped up
I f*cked her in miami left her panties in my new truck
Ask about me I just smashed the beat
Lookin' like cash my b*tch lookin like fashion week
Plus that's what it look like lookin in my closet
You goin through withdrawl b*tch I look like a deposit
Sturrin out them bentley windows lookin at the projects
Take a step back b*tch you lookin at the process
Some don't see no pictures some just only see the objects
So my objective is for you to see my progress
I guess with this momentum that im gaining
You could feel it in the air I'm a billionaire in training
I said with this momentum that im gaining
You can feel it in the air this is billionaire training
Swag city b*tch swag swag city b*tch
Its badboy yea im back back wit diddy b*tch
Swag city b*tch swag swag city b*tch im king losswaggaboy n you know this sh*t bow