P$1 - Swag on High (feat. Black Luck) Lyrics

Uhuh
Yeah, yeah
Ma swag, Ma Flag
Ma swag, ma flag, ma trapp
Ma swag, ma flag, ma trapp
Ya'll already know what it is man
Uhuh
My swag on high, got ma flag on right
You can catch me in the trapp
I'm serving sack all night
Yeah my swag on high, ma flag on right
You can catch me in the trapp
I'm serving sack all night
Yeah my swag on high, ma flag on right
You can catch me in the trapp
I'm serving sack all night
Yeah my swag on high
My swag on high
Yeah my swag on
Yeah my swag on high
My life is like a movie I'm the star in this flick
You can catch me at the club sitting on the bar wit a fifth
After the club, nigga, I'm in that car wit that bitch
And that glock off safety incase you niggas wanna flinch
Try something
These paranoid coke sales got a nigga tense
If it ain't about dollars bitch it don't make sense
And I'm doing this for the niggas doing time behind the fence
Ya'll never imagined that I'd climb out the trench
I could count a hundred stacks and a nigga won't think
And I could shoot a whole clip and a nigga won't blink
Homie, you already know its sixty grand under the sink
Channel seven deco drive
Dale's tires just arrived
Fly sixes? so I ride high
Wit my hand on ma steering wheel, head in the sky
And I'm a stay fly
Real money the logo, until a nigga die
Thats right, thats right
My swag on high, got ma flag on right
You can catch me in the trapp
I'm serving sack all night
Yeah my swag on high, ma flag on right
You can catch me in the trapp
I'm serving sack all night
Yeah my swag on high, ma flag on right
You can catch me in the trapp
I'm serving sack all night
Yeah my swag on high
My swag on high
Yeah my swag on
Yeah my swag on high
Matter fact keep the money, I'm a keep the key
Cook a brick
Sell it dime for dime, nick for nick
I hit a lick
Lucky, look I broke it down like I'm Pimping on a bitch
White girl's on the corner finna get a nigga rich
And you could put it in the hood
Na, na, na, na
Put it on the beach
Sending hoes to sell the clean 'ill have you clean like bleach
My rims might scrub and ma tires might screech
Lil Mamma said she never seen no ice like this
Yeah
She seen ma swag high
Peep it when I ride by
Even on the other side, still 'ill let ma flag fly
We cheefing dro, creeping slow
They thinking it's a drive by
We getting doe, respect the code
Its rules we live and die by
I got the pills
I got the hard
I got the blow wit me
I ain't T.I.P but I got that Dro wit me
A chopper in the house and one to roll wit me
Plus I got niggas from Dade to Pompano wit me
My swag on high, got ma flag on right
You can catch me in the trapp
I'm serving sack all night
Yeah my swag on high, ma flag on right
You can catch me in the trapp
I'm serving sack all night
Yeah my swag on high, ma flag on right
You can catch me in the trapp
I'm serving sack all night
Yeah my swag on high
My swag on high
Yeah my swag on
Yeah my swag on high