In The Mail

I got swag in the mail

I got swag, I got
I got swag

I got swag in the mail

I got swag baby baby
Ya feel me

I got swag in the mail
And some stanky ass bells
Bust it down on the scale
Runnin' through clientele
I got swag in the mail
And some stanky ass bells
Bust it down on the scale
Runnin' through clientele
I was down on my last
Had the wall on my back
Now a nigga got the bag
And I spend that shit on swag
Now I spend that shit on swag

Fuck the bullshit
Nigga gotta get rich
Took a trip to Cali mane
And I ain't been broke since
Hoes on my dick yea
I won't even let em hit
You cuffin' some basic shit
A bitch I won't even lick
My dawg got the perc
You know me I keep the zips
Niggas act like hoes
Run his mouth jus like a bitch
Niggas in the same spot
Cause they won't take no risk
Counted up a hundred twenty's
I ain't even touched the ten's
Count my paper, say a prayer
Give my girl a kiss, rockin V Lone
I ain't got too many friends
Learned from my old head since a lil kid
It's in my DNA to work my wrist and make a flip
I ain't nothin' like them they ain't got shit on this
Ridin' down Vegas strip with a bad bitch
Livin' life copping swag and taking trips
That bitch on my hip don't run up like this shit a lick

I got swag in the mail
And some stanky ass bells
Bust it down on the scale
Runnin' through clientele
I got swag in the mail
And some stanky ass bells
Bust it down on the scale
Runnin' through clientele
I was down on my last
Had the wall on my back
Now a nigga got the bag
And I spend that shit on swag
Now I spend that shit on swag



Credits
Writer(s): Dayne Peterson
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