Pardon Da Swag

Pardon the swag, roley the wrist
Throw an assist, foreign the whip

Chasing a bag, knowing the flip
Doing my dance, hand on my grip

Loving my class, she all on my hip
Play with her tits, rub on her lips

Making them bands, hitting a lick
Moving it fast, no evidence

Pardon the swag, roley the wrist
Throw an assist, foreign the whip

Chasing a bag, knowing the flip
Doing my dance, hand on my grip

Loving my class, she all on my hip
Play with her tits, rub on her lips

Making them bands, hitting a lick
Moving it fast, no evidence

Known as a gangster, believe it's legit
I am not saying I'm blood or a crip
Switching my hand you cannot predict
This is the swag you do not just get
Status is something they always resent
Do not come here without money to spend
Crazy to think that I'm looking for friends
Show me a bag then let's do it again

Out here in London I'm having a blast
In the Four Seasons just counting some cash
Call up some baddies, let's make us a plan
One versus three is an evenly match
Do as I li-I-ike, everything is better here
Living the li-I-ife, I don't even want to care

Prayers to God, I know that I'm blessed
Focus on nothing but only myself
Always so good that's why Gucci's the belt
Only my day ones and nobody else
Shell down the club, remind who forget
What I do value is my self-respect
Treating my hustle like championships
Copped a new foreign, I'm getting it whipped

Thirty-for-thirty, I'm ballin' so crisp
Attacking my goals, I call it a blitz
Talking my game, let me go spit, talking my game, let me go spit
I'm in the air, in the PJ shortening my bucket list
It would be lying if I said I didn't prefer my life rich

Pardon the swag, roley the wrist
Throw an assist, foreign the whip

Chasing a bag, knowing the flip
Doing my dance, hand on my grip

Loving my class, she all on my hip
Play with her tits, rub on her lips

Making them bands, hitting a lick
Moving it fast, no evidence

Pardon the swag, roley the wrist
Throw an assist, foreign the whip

Chasing a bag, knowing the flip
Doing my dance, hand on my grip

Loving my class, she all on my hip
Play with her tits, rub on her lips

Making them bands, hitting a lick
Moving it fast, no evidence

AP the brick, price of a hit
Give me a dollar and that I could flip
42 great but the henny I sip
So many figures they think it's a glitch
Loving my drip, Burberry fit
All of my diamonds are factory gliss
Life that we living ain't edited clips
None of this came in as pieces or bits

Traveling, living my life very fast
Tomorrow is never promised to man
Hoping and wishing I'm burning my plans
Your satisfaction I cannot give that
Do as I li-I-ike, nothing in the world I fear
Living the li-I-ife, ain't nobody getting near

You know the drift, never would slip
If you a runner you know not to trip
Make a mistake and your face getting slashed
Don't you dare tamper what's in the demand
It is a marathon mixed with a sprint
Get you some money and make yourself lit
Couple of figures I keep in the stash
With a few bottles and pillies to last

Real as it is, mind your own biz
Killas be willing to take on a bid
Pardon the swag, Chanel is the scent
Live in your head and I ain't paying no rent
Look like it's dollars I grow
Look like it's dollars I grow-woah-woah
You would have never had known
You would have never had know-woah-woah

Pardon the swag, roley the wrist
Throw an assist, foreign the whip

Chasing a bag, knowing the flip
Doing my dance, hand on my grip

Loving my class, she all on my hip
Play with her tits, rub on her lips

Making them bands, hitting a lick
Moving it fast, no evidence

Pardon the swag, roley the wrist
Throw an assist, foreign the whip

Chasing a bag, knowing the flip
Doing my dance, hand on my grip

Loving my class, she all on my hip
Play with her tits, rub on her lips

Making them bands, hitting a lick
Moving it fast, no evidence