Rittz - F**k Swag lyrics

15 and I back it hard i'm in garage
And my homies riding with me
And they better recharge
I talk about the car and tell
'em they won't be off
I'm off Atlanta representers and
We're given the yonk
And be better this cars and
The swap in the squad
Swag 'em with the lamers fuck
What they laughin' in for
I'm controller bitch we just
Hit the gravity volume
Half of these rappers to bad to
Be given rappin' and all
Tryin' to dress up like a widow
When it's a mighty narrow soul
Make me wanna strike another mall
I'm in the bowling pit
Maybe I'm just holding out the touch
Got the tutors for the kids
If you don't like me going 'em bitch
I'ma looney again you lil' motherfucker
I'm over and I stick 'em up they
Say they're yellow go and then provoking
And it's time for me to tell the
Difference between a rapper and a singer
Of a rock and roll band I don't
Think this shit is proper yet
Way too many rappers wanna
Look like Lenny Krevitz
Personally I think these pussies
Get too many passes
Thrift store shopping with the shit chore
Rockin' lips lame and your music ain't
With the shit as ever
And if that will make you matters even better
I don't swear and people talking shit about
The way I look every day
Long hair don't care
Red pair of Air Jordan's
And I wear all black on, fuck fuck swag
You're a geek

Fuck swag, fuck swag, fuck swag, fuck swag
Fuck swag, fuck swag, fuck swag, fuck swag
You're a geek fuck swag
You're a geek
All these rappers wanna bite but they
Don't know how to write
They cause all they freeze
Diamond niggers tight
Every time I say go on with the metaphor
And if they wanna pause or laugh or ad live
They sway and just top off who they like
Tryin' to sound like Gucci
Or Future or Toochi
The dudes need a lesson before
They get behind the mic
Ain't nobody buying your records in the hype
It was feeling me until they see 'em white
Now they like many raps too fast
What you slow homie, you handicapped?
What you need a walker, you hearin it
A fanny pad
What you unhappy the cheddar's back
The many pack
Or the back game, the cadillac's
I'm out to raise a barn to
Get adapt the cameras flash
Cause they see a star when I walk in the room
No silent
Let it rap I bet you when I walk in my shoes
It's funny that I'm hot
Last year popper's was cool when you
You was too official
Whether you a hit you tired niggas
You in skinny jeans
Tekkie Louie belt whip you
The client try to strip you heavy
Jewelry would take a pic
Post the shit on Instagram I suck a dick
You bitch look real dumb
Still slum, I don't pleasant hear lump
Bumping Big Krit and Yelawolf
I don't feel pun
Rappers with no skills come on
With me I kill them
You fuck with me I'm the real one
Fuck swag, fuck swag, fuck swag, fuck swag
Fuck swag, fuck swag, fuck swag, fuck swag
You're a geek fuck swag
You're a geek