Drippin Swagu
I live the tight life, there ain't no way around it
Yea I'm drippin' swagu, how you really feel about it, huh
Drippin' swagu, drippin' drippin' swagu
Drippin' swagu, drippin' drippin' swagu
Dreda, Dre
Yea
Tight life boy
Tight life boy
Lets go
I'm drippin' swagu, chef boy raguey
Smack cat on these groupies
Roll packs of the ewey
We loud, we proud
Cat daddy's go stuey
I'm loyal to this truly, so don't play me brand newie
We got partnas with them choppas & they filled with copper toppers
Aka them copper stoppers
Also known as blocka blockas
We don't want no problems, we want trips to the Bahamas
Imma poke a Pocahontas, out some Dolce & Gabbana's
You put em in designer
They think that they Rihanna
I'm local to these waters
Been in em like piranhas
You swimming with a monsta
I don't mean a Blanka
But I be on the buttons, buttoned up like Frank Sinatra
My way my way
Yea I did it my way
Sliding down the highway
Big money every Friday
That's, checks on deck
For these mics I check
Check mate to any hater
Who want play my game
Every pin every frame
I stay in my lane
My brain waves tidal wave
When I write on a page, I'm saying
Tell the hate to stay off me
I'm drippin swagu
I'm just too saucy
Drippin' swagu, drippin' drippin' swagu
Drippin' swagu, drippin' drippin' swagu
Drippin' swagu, drippin' drippin' swagu
Drippin' swagu, drippin' drippin' swagu
Yea I'm drippin' swagu, how you really feel about it, huh
Drippin' swagu, drippin' drippin' swagu
Drippin' swagu, drippin' drippin' swagu
Dreda, Dre
Yea
Tight life boy
Tight life boy
Lets go
I'm drippin' swagu, chef boy raguey
Smack cat on these groupies
Roll packs of the ewey
We loud, we proud
Cat daddy's go stuey
I'm loyal to this truly, so don't play me brand newie
We got partnas with them choppas & they filled with copper toppers
Aka them copper stoppers
Also known as blocka blockas
We don't want no problems, we want trips to the Bahamas
Imma poke a Pocahontas, out some Dolce & Gabbana's
You put em in designer
They think that they Rihanna
I'm local to these waters
Been in em like piranhas
You swimming with a monsta
I don't mean a Blanka
But I be on the buttons, buttoned up like Frank Sinatra
My way my way
Yea I did it my way
Sliding down the highway
Big money every Friday
That's, checks on deck
For these mics I check
Check mate to any hater
Who want play my game
Every pin every frame
I stay in my lane
My brain waves tidal wave
When I write on a page, I'm saying
Tell the hate to stay off me
I'm drippin swagu
I'm just too saucy
Drippin' swagu, drippin' drippin' swagu
Drippin' swagu, drippin' drippin' swagu
Drippin' swagu, drippin' drippin' swagu
Drippin' swagu, drippin' drippin' swagu
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Writer(s): Dre Dreda
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