No, you can't jack my swag
I spent racks on this closet, yeah
And you know go packs in my bag
I'm finna turn this party up
CC no vans
I sip lean pop xans
Bad b no pants
Got her soaking, yeah
No, you can't jack my swag
I spent racks on this closet, yeah
And you know go packs in my bag
I'm finna turn this party up
CC no vans
I sip lean, pop xans
Bad b, no pants
Got her soaking, yeah
If I skrr this whip, I'm gone
I'm the plug, so they call my phone
Light my bud, I'm stoned
I don't need no one, I do it on my own
I don't need nobody, I pop my shit
If I pull up to the party, it's gon' get lit
Prada tracksuit and raf on my kids
We gon' let it blick if you playin' them tricks
She tryna catch this vibe
Freestylin' I ain't gotta write
You know I stay high all the time
But you know that I stay on my grind
This md got me blind
F*ck with me you gotta get fly
Shots of tequila with the lime
And I ain't even reached my prime
Every time you see me, I'm faded
Your shit outdated, update it
Made a movie wit yo bitch, x-rated
You know I'm gonna make it, I prayed it
Now you can't catch up, ho, I'm sorry
I'mma jump from the top rope, like Jeff Hardy
This ain't disney channel, this ain't icarly
I'ma gas up and skr in a rarri
No, you can't jack my swag
I spent racks on this closet, yeah
And you know go packs in my bag
I'm finna turn this party up
CC no vans
I sip lean pop xans
Bad b no pants
Got her soaking, yeah
No, you can't jack my swag
I spent racks on this closet, yeah
And you know go packs in my bag
I'm finna turn this party up
CC no vans
I sip lean, pop xans
Bad b, no pants
Got her soaking, yeah
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English
No, you can't jack my swag
I spent racks on this closet, yeah
And you know go packs in my bag
I'm finna turn this party up
CC no vans
I sip lean pop xans
Bad b no pants
Got her soaking, yeah
No, you can't jack my swag
I spent racks on this closet, yeah
And you know go packs in my bag
I'm finna turn this party up
CC no vans
I sip lean, pop xans
Bad b, no pants
Got her soaking, yeah
If I skrr this whip, I'm gone
I'm the plug, so they call my phone
Light my bud, I'm stoned
I don't need no one, I do it on my own
I don't need nobody, I pop my shit
If I pull up to the party, it's gon' get lit
Prada tracksuit and raf on my kids
We gon' let it blick if you playin' them tricks
She tryna catch this vibe
Freestylin' I ain't gotta write
You know I stay high all the time
But you know that I stay on my grind
This md got me blind
F*ck with me you gotta get fly
Shots of tequila with the lime
And I ain't even reached my prime
Every time you see me, I'm faded
Your shit outdated, update it
Made a movie wit yo bitch, x-rated
You know I'm gonna make it, I prayed it
Now you can't catch up, ho, I'm sorry
I'mma jump from the top rope, like Jeff Hardy
This ain't disney channel, this ain't icarly
I'ma gas up and skr in a rarri
No, you can't jack my swag
I spent racks on this closet, yeah
And you know go packs in my bag
I'm finna turn this party up
CC no vans
I sip lean pop xans
Bad b no pants
Got her soaking, yeah
No, you can't jack my swag
I spent racks on this closet, yeah
And you know go packs in my bag
I'm finna turn this party up
CC no vans
I sip lean, pop xans
Bad b, no pants
Got her soaking, yeah
I spent racks on this closet, yeah
And you know go packs in my bag
I'm finna turn this party up
CC no vans
I sip lean pop xans
Bad b no pants
Got her soaking, yeah
No, you can't jack my swag
I spent racks on this closet, yeah
And you know go packs in my bag
I'm finna turn this party up
CC no vans
I sip lean, pop xans
Bad b, no pants
Got her soaking, yeah
If I skrr this whip, I'm gone
I'm the plug, so they call my phone
Light my bud, I'm stoned
I don't need no one, I do it on my own
I don't need nobody, I pop my shit
If I pull up to the party, it's gon' get lit
Prada tracksuit and raf on my kids
We gon' let it blick if you playin' them tricks
She tryna catch this vibe
Freestylin' I ain't gotta write
You know I stay high all the time
But you know that I stay on my grind
This md got me blind
F*ck with me you gotta get fly
Shots of tequila with the lime
And I ain't even reached my prime
Every time you see me, I'm faded
Your shit outdated, update it
Made a movie wit yo bitch, x-rated
You know I'm gonna make it, I prayed it
Now you can't catch up, ho, I'm sorry
I'mma jump from the top rope, like Jeff Hardy
This ain't disney channel, this ain't icarly
I'ma gas up and skr in a rarri
No, you can't jack my swag
I spent racks on this closet, yeah
And you know go packs in my bag
I'm finna turn this party up
CC no vans
I sip lean pop xans
Bad b no pants
Got her soaking, yeah
No, you can't jack my swag
I spent racks on this closet, yeah
And you know go packs in my bag
I'm finna turn this party up
CC no vans
I sip lean, pop xans
Bad b, no pants
Got her soaking, yeah
Writer: Sahir Kabani
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid