Текст песни F**k Swag - Rittz
Fuck
swag
Fuck
swag
Fuck
swag
Fuck
swag
Swag
15's
in
the
back
of
the
Dodge
Out
of
the
garage
And
my
homies
riding
with
me
and
they
better
recharge
I
talk
about
the
clientele
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
wack
to
be
even
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
Jordans
And
I
wear
all
black,
no
hook
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
like
they
don't
know
how
to
write
They
constantly
freestyle
and
think
it's
tight
Every
time
they
say
a
line
with
a
metaphor
in
it
They
wanna
pause
or
laugh
or
ad-lib
They
sway,
they
just
copy
who
they
like
Tryin'
to
sound
like
Gucci
or
Future
or
Toochi
These
dudes
need
a
lesson
before
they
get
behind
the
mic
Ain't
nobody
buying
your
records,
they
buying
into
hype
It
was
feeling
me
until
they
see
I'm
white
Now
they
like
"man
he
raps
too
fast"
What
you
slow
homie,
you
handicapped?
What
you
need
a
walker,
a
hearing
aid,
or
a
fanny
pad
What
you
unhappy
the
the
champ
is
back
The
Manny
Pac
of
the
rap
game
that
can't
relax
I'm
bout
to
raise
the
bar
and
they
can't
adapt
the
cameras
flash
'Cause
they
see
a
star
when
I
walk
in
the
room
North
side,
Atlanta
rap,
I
bet
you
wanna
walk
in
my
shoes
It's
funny
that
I'm
hot
Last
year
I
was
just
cool
when
you
You
was
too
official
Where
the
shoe
that
fits
you
Tied
yo'
dick
in
skinny
jeans,
take
your
Louis
belt
and
whip
you
The
clientele
strip
you
of
your
jewerly,
would
take
a
pic
Post
the
shit
on
instagram
now
suck
a
dick
You
bitch
be
looking
real
dumb
Still
slum,
I
don't
pleasant
hear
'em
Bumping
Big
Krit
and
Yelawolf
I
don't
feel
punk
Rappers
with
no
skills
come
on
witness
me
I
kill
them
You
fuckin'
with
me
I'm
the
real
one
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
You're
a
geek

1 Drift Away - Bonus Track
2 Never Lettin Go - Bonus Track
3 Gravy - Bonus Track
4 Intro
5 My Interview
6 Like I Am
7 F**k Swag
8 Wastin Time
9 Goin In
10 Always Gon Be
11 Always Gon Be
12 My Clothes - Interlude
13 Amen
14 For Real
15 Sober
16 Say No More
17 Switch Lanes
18 Switch Lanes
19 Misery Loves Company
20 Heaven
21 All Around the World
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