SWAGLORD ft. Sugarboy Lyrics

Swaglord

Hahahahahaha

Swaag

Yeah yeah

Its Sugarboy Pon the riddim

Fly

Who the man? (Swaglord)

Who that fresh guy? (Swaglord)

The one with the swag? (Swaglord)

The man that doesn't talk much, I mean the man with bag (Swaglord)

Fuck you whole shit up no stress and revert

She fucking with Swag

Not her regular

I'm the baddest Incase you ain't got the circular

On the beat with freechy about to burst up your medullar

Hahahahahahahaha

I am bad like that

Lets go!

I'm trapping trapping trapping

I'm on trap mode

I go mute on your bitch when I'm on ghost mode

Got the leann in ma veins like I'm on slow mo

And when I pull up in the club they be like oh no

Swaglord's back

Killer on the track

I rep ma city Abj

Where them haters at

I'm a mad man I don't need nobody

Fuck with me and ama catch a body

Got your main chick about to get naughty

Knock her lights out like Illuminati

I de for the the freeway for the fast lane

Them de rush me

Tell them maintain

Big things lead to big things

No be be small thing

Make the millions no de complain

Black and yellow

Marshmallow

Skyscrapers from the get go

20million like 60 milli

365 days

That's ten billion

I'm trapping trapping I'm on trap mode

I go mute on your bitch when I'm on ghost mode

Got the lean in ma veins like I'm on slow mo

And when I pull up in the club they be like oh no

I'm trapping trapping I'm on trap mode

I go mute on your bitch when I'm on ghost mode

Got the lean in ma veins like I'm on slow mo

And when I pull up in the club they be like oh no