I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue
I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue
I'm so lost with the, I'm so, I'm so lost with the swag
I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue (ayy)
If I swag, I won't lose (ooh), in my jeans, that is rude
And your bitch, I get nudes, I got her like the group
I want you just like two
I be higher for the evening, you be cold when it's cool
Baby girl, where you at? Where the f*ck your longitude?
Honeydew, um, excuse me, you is not my damn boo
Yes, I'm cool with N6, but I don't like a bugaboo
And the swag so lost, like my eyes shampoo (died, red)
I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue
I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue
I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue
I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue