Evil Swag
Did for dropping weak raps what Jaws did for the beach
Bet they wanna keep up, but ain't on me in the least
Big fourth grade smile with diamonds on my teeth
Professor Slime, know they study my rhyming on the sneak
I know they want my swag, but ain't never gonna get it
In my own damn bag, I ain't never gonna exit
I'ma say what the fuck I say, and ain't gonna never regret it
Bullet hole so big, I just left his head crescent
Under bridge with the dick, with the way she be gobblin'
No bitch, I don't wanna hear your take when I'm talking
My cannon making a movie, baby, call me Menahem
Nine in the equation, about to go solve me some problems
Me & Guy Ritchie got the same shoe plug
Who got Cheetahs on their feet? Evil swag on a dub
My shit always runneth over, why I got two cups
They ain't knucking, bucking, never been nothing
Think I said enough
Go ahead and put my ass on a tee
At least then you'd sell some merch
Rappers rotting off of them percs
Me & my vultures up on that perch
Big stepping, bigger weapons
Say that shit cause it's earned
Put your li'l bro in a blunt
Turn that ash tray to an urn
Un-fuck-with-able
Can't go tango with these hoes, they're unformidable
Talk so hot, I bet I'll singe them with the syllables
Remember me like Titans, they forget you like Rohypnol
Walk in with that Google on me, that's chrome
Shorty give me Simpsons movie, that's dome
Wallet isn't looking fat, it's big-boned
Line them up and then they fold, tic tac toe, how it goes
When you're a jelly slapping upper bracket player
You're a whole damn movie and everybody else is just a trailer
Getting them VIP Meet & Greets with their maker
Motherfuckers be making moves about as often as cicadas
Y'all ain't us
Lighting up his guts, I call that bioluminescence
See them code switching, thinking I don't know the message
Getting too reckless, leaving them messes
Hunting them boys like some pheasants
I just be cutting them, cuffing them, shutting them up
Wrapped up like a present
Clip make them breathe like Tony Soprano
Ain't no good, but the hoe so bad though
Stepping in my city, leave them unchained, Django
Dipping in my stash, leave a trap where the hand goes
Hand goes
I get bread, Panko
I see red, Rambo
Never running out of ammo, no
Bet they wanna keep up, but ain't on me in the least
Big fourth grade smile with diamonds on my teeth
Professor Slime, know they study my rhyming on the sneak
I know they want my swag, but ain't never gonna get it
In my own damn bag, I ain't never gonna exit
I'ma say what the fuck I say, and ain't gonna never regret it
Bullet hole so big, I just left his head crescent
Under bridge with the dick, with the way she be gobblin'
No bitch, I don't wanna hear your take when I'm talking
My cannon making a movie, baby, call me Menahem
Nine in the equation, about to go solve me some problems
Me & Guy Ritchie got the same shoe plug
Who got Cheetahs on their feet? Evil swag on a dub
My shit always runneth over, why I got two cups
They ain't knucking, bucking, never been nothing
Think I said enough
Go ahead and put my ass on a tee
At least then you'd sell some merch
Rappers rotting off of them percs
Me & my vultures up on that perch
Big stepping, bigger weapons
Say that shit cause it's earned
Put your li'l bro in a blunt
Turn that ash tray to an urn
Un-fuck-with-able
Can't go tango with these hoes, they're unformidable
Talk so hot, I bet I'll singe them with the syllables
Remember me like Titans, they forget you like Rohypnol
Walk in with that Google on me, that's chrome
Shorty give me Simpsons movie, that's dome
Wallet isn't looking fat, it's big-boned
Line them up and then they fold, tic tac toe, how it goes
When you're a jelly slapping upper bracket player
You're a whole damn movie and everybody else is just a trailer
Getting them VIP Meet & Greets with their maker
Motherfuckers be making moves about as often as cicadas
Y'all ain't us
Lighting up his guts, I call that bioluminescence
See them code switching, thinking I don't know the message
Getting too reckless, leaving them messes
Hunting them boys like some pheasants
I just be cutting them, cuffing them, shutting them up
Wrapped up like a present
Clip make them breathe like Tony Soprano
Ain't no good, but the hoe so bad though
Stepping in my city, leave them unchained, Django
Dipping in my stash, leave a trap where the hand goes
Hand goes
I get bread, Panko
I see red, Rambo
Never running out of ammo, no
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Writer(s): Walker Macdonald
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