Yung Fazo - swagged out lyrics
[Yung Fazo - swagged out lyrics]
Huh, uh, yeah (Come on, that was really lame)
Uh, yeah huh, let's go
Yeah, swagged out (Swagged out)
Cash out (Woah, cash out)
Run up on me, chopper hit your back now
Yeah, that lil' boy gon' fly, yeah
We send him right to the sky
(We send him right to the sky)
That bitch, she suck me all night
Play with the gang, you gon' die (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' die
Lil' bitch, I'ma ride with a cutlass
(Cutlass)
If a nigga move wrong, might cut shit
(Might cut shit)
Momma told me I'm famous, I'm clutchin'
(Clutchin')
She keep screamin' my name when we fuckin'
(Chyeah, chyeah)
And I had to cut ties with my cousins
(Chyeah, chyeah)
I had to cut ties with my family, dawg
(Uh, huh)
But that's a habit when you get rich
Lil' bitch
You gеt famous and have withdrawals
(Chyeah-chyeah, yеah)
She come to the crib and
She take off her draws (Chyeah-chyeah, yeah)
Slide to the trap with the stick in my draws
(Uh, huh)
Uppin' that shit, make him bleed out the jaw
(Oh) niggas broke as fuck and they
Ain't got a job (Job)
I could get you gone in one call (Call)
Think you can get racked up with lights out
(Lights out)
All my niggas'll knock your lights out
(Lights out)
We brought an FN, brought the pipe out (Yeah)
We mix ALYX and the Helmut Lang
(Chyeah-chyeah, chyeah)
And the ho see us, she scream my name
(Chyeah-chyeah, chyeah)
Bitch, I been doin' this shit every day
(Yeah yeah, yeah)
She see the jewels on top of my face (Uh)
Yeah, yvngchris on top, nigga
Who really passin' me? RIP Virgil
In two years I'm walkin'
Louis V fashion week
I had a best friend choose
Who gang goin' after me
I can't fuck on the first night, baby
That's blasphemy
I told her to hold it down
Keep a stack with me
Benji my best friend, I keep a stack with me
I told her chill out with that dumb shit
Glock got diarrhea, bitch, it dump shit
Hey, bitch
It's nice to meet you in the function
Performin', I'm tired as shit
I might say fuck, Nigga
Almost choked twice, G on my bonnet
That nigga head like Joe Budden, uh
I'm in the party, it's jumpin'
With Fazo and tana, nigga, and it's up
Yeah, swagged out (Swagged out)
Cash out (Woah, cash out)
Run up on me, chopper hit your back now
Yeah, that lil' boy gon' fly, yeah
We send him right to the sky
(We send him right to the sky)
That bitch, she suck me all night
Play with the gang, you gon' die (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' die
Uh, yeah huh, let's go
Yeah, swagged out (Swagged out)
Cash out (Woah, cash out)
Run up on me, chopper hit your back now
Yeah, that lil' boy gon' fly, yeah
We send him right to the sky
(We send him right to the sky)
That bitch, she suck me all night
Play with the gang, you gon' die (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' die
Lil' bitch, I'ma ride with a cutlass
(Cutlass)
If a nigga move wrong, might cut shit
(Might cut shit)
Momma told me I'm famous, I'm clutchin'
(Clutchin')
She keep screamin' my name when we fuckin'
(Chyeah, chyeah)
And I had to cut ties with my cousins
(Chyeah, chyeah)
I had to cut ties with my family, dawg
(Uh, huh)
But that's a habit when you get rich
Lil' bitch
You gеt famous and have withdrawals
(Chyeah-chyeah, yеah)
She come to the crib and
She take off her draws (Chyeah-chyeah, yeah)
Slide to the trap with the stick in my draws
(Uh, huh)
Uppin' that shit, make him bleed out the jaw
(Oh) niggas broke as fuck and they
Ain't got a job (Job)
I could get you gone in one call (Call)
Think you can get racked up with lights out
(Lights out)
All my niggas'll knock your lights out
(Lights out)
We brought an FN, brought the pipe out (Yeah)
We mix ALYX and the Helmut Lang
(Chyeah-chyeah, chyeah)
And the ho see us, she scream my name
(Chyeah-chyeah, chyeah)
Bitch, I been doin' this shit every day
(Yeah yeah, yeah)
She see the jewels on top of my face (Uh)
Yeah, yvngchris on top, nigga
Who really passin' me? RIP Virgil
In two years I'm walkin'
Louis V fashion week
I had a best friend choose
Who gang goin' after me
I can't fuck on the first night, baby
That's blasphemy
I told her to hold it down
Keep a stack with me
Benji my best friend, I keep a stack with me
I told her chill out with that dumb shit
Glock got diarrhea, bitch, it dump shit
Hey, bitch
It's nice to meet you in the function
Performin', I'm tired as shit
I might say fuck, Nigga
Almost choked twice, G on my bonnet
That nigga head like Joe Budden, uh
I'm in the party, it's jumpin'
With Fazo and tana, nigga, and it's up
Yeah, swagged out (Swagged out)
Cash out (Woah, cash out)
Run up on me, chopper hit your back now
Yeah, that lil' boy gon' fly, yeah
We send him right to the sky
(We send him right to the sky)
That bitch, she suck me all night
Play with the gang, you gon' die (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' die