New Shwag! ft. Magnavox Lyrics

It took me a long time to find my flow

I can punch in on anything that I want now

This ain't no written nigga, this a freestyle

They try to be me now

But back in that class, they laughed in the background

Now they listen to my shit surround sound

They try to slur their words in they raps now

I'm fed up, I'm on that type of timing

Ayy, I'm that show, go rewind it

Ayy, we them guys, you can't hide it

Ayy, she give me brain where her mind at

Ayy, I'm at your doorstep where your mom at

Ayy, and I keep f- ready for combat

Ayy, and I ran through his hoe like a lineback

Huh, real deal ape like Harambe

Clip hold, 50 times two, combine that

Have your barber shoot at you, realign that

You get it

Yeah, slime, too in it

I got locked up, labeled a menace

And I can't sign for no damn pendant

I need an M, plus interest

Dead faces, it ain't nothin new

Put the Benjamins in the bag

All this ice, give me the chills

Got Balmain, tags poppin' like pills

I'm movin' slow like when bro crack a seal

I got gas in the air, help me to heal

Don't get it fucked up, shoot at a nigga heel

He thought it was sweet, but was on lack

Chop a beat a nigga up, give him producer tax

Bullets drop in the motherfuckin' frame zone

Hellcat, demon, it Bolt, put Usain on

I had this shit on these niggas, put pain on them

Come on and get your lil' smoke, put the stain on

Fuck the bitch, give it back, nah, I ain't want her

Only bitch that I fuck with is marijuana

I don't wanna lil nat-nat-nat

Ayy, Margiela shoes, they black

Let's go, hit up Sacks

Can't get up on my rank, that's facts

Like a fast race track

Young niggas with that rack, throw stacks

Money comin' and save that stack

I don't wanna chat if it ain't a band

Get up on him 4-flat high demand

I ain't catch a bullet was runnin' a slant

Bang through your speakers, Twin M stamp

Stick on me, Clamped, Chanel number nine

Came out a clam, blew out her mind

She like, damn, bitch blew a line

Now she wanna dance,

Serving black eyed peas, like Sam-I-Am

These racks on me, everything in my bag

Don't know why, I keep fuckin' on hoodrats

And I'm standin' on business

Tell them hold that rap

Bitch on dick want her coochie scratched

And I ran off on the plug, tell him, be right back

I came from the bottom, now look where I'm at

If you ain't slime, can't get no dap

I'm steppin' on niggas like a damn floor mat

Ahead of these niggas, I feel like I'm that

Bitch, ass nigga get spit on

How many niggas you put on

I can't be man in the middle

I'm even safe in the red zone

He got caught out of bounds sent the man home

Switched on your brothers, you're dead wrong

Put a hole in a nigga like dimple

How he died was coincidental

I'm big X got it tucked in my denim

Gettin' racks, I feel like Jimmy Kimmel

Mind your own or get caught in a pickle

Make it look easy, but it ain't simple

I be the muscle like Rambo

Tec make beats Brent Rambo

Gettin' chopped up in a Lambo

Why they hate, don't understand, bro

Why they glaze don't understand, bro

Mm, yeah, bro

Why they hate, don't understand, bro

Why they glaze don't understand, bro