Swag City Bitch I said it's Swag Swag City Bitch And I'm back, back, yeah Check it, uh, look Nigga slide to the side, let a flyer guy in As I light that ass up like a firefly then Put hot shit out like I'm fire fightin At my funeral you couldn't been as live as I am And I promise I am, My swag ain't even from this mother fuckin planet I'm surprised that I am Niggas wanna battle me, but not like serious Cause I'm the best dot, but dot like period Used to fuckin bitches that's magazine cover gorgeous My matress covered with models, my boxers covered in horses My rollie covered in diamonds, mother fucker it's gorgeous In the winters push the hummers again and cover them porsches ah, I got it covered, you couldn't cover a portion I'm killing you son I hope my insurance cover abortion Cause I'm on that bullshit, There ain't a sicker brother that rap I'm dope as stuffin your nose with that shit that come in that pack They sick if I'm on a track, they better show me respect Cause I had it up to my neck like a nigga covered in tats Don't mix me up with this rap, they subtract my energy Try to do me but they lack identity Black eye spendin cheese, Just to throw ice on a face like a nigga with a black eye finna' be I black out, you niggas back out timidly I pass out ass whoopins you pass out physically Stick with me, Niggas out they lame ass mind Every bitch you see me with, you playing name that dime Make em knock the walls down between the Louis and the Gucci store So I could shop at both at the same damn time You a train, I'm a plane, you 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 summer's come, I'm the number one option Yup, here come another one Niggas better group up, mob up, gwap up, yeah niggas troop up Get your little jewelery together, shine your coupes up Pop your pills hit all your kush, pour your juice up Cause when I put this war paint on and lace these boots up All that fly shit, don't fly, just throw the deuce up Ah, I just want that lambi and I'm cool cuh Thinking bout that Grammy, got me Sammy Sosa juiced up If she got her fanny little mammy gettin scooped up I fucked her in Miami, left her panties in my new truck Ask about me, I just smashed the beat Looking like cash my bitch looking like fashion week Plus that's what it look like, looking in my closet You going through withdrawal bitch I look like a deposit Sturrin out them Bentley windows looking at the projects Take a step back bitch, you looking at the process Some don't see the picture some just only see the object So my objective is for you to see my progress I guess with this momentum that I'm gaining You can feel it in the air, I'm a billionaire in training I said with this momentum that I'm gaining You can feel it in the air, this is billionaire in training Swag City Bitch, Swag Swag City Bitch It's Bad Boy, yeah I'm back back with Diddy bitch Swag City Bitch, Swag Swag City Bitch I'm King Los Swagga Boy and you know this shit bowww!