Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at my house, look at my spouse
Look at my bitch, look at my whip
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
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Lil Xanny in this bitch, yeah ay
Throwing bands up in this bitch, yeah
I got money, I just don't f*ckin' floss
I like pears too, call me Rick Ross
I'm a skinny dude with a big cock
I'm a skinny dude with a big cock
Goofy boy, you just a dog
Your new nickname is Buttercup
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at my house, look at my spouse
Look at my bitch, look at my whip
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
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I got the bands, I got them stacks
I got them racks (Run it up)
She feeling mad
She had my swag, she looking sad
She had my bag
She had my sack, she had my back
Now you look mad, now you look sad
Why you look sad?
I rap me some bands
I rap me some bands, I rap me some bands
Look, I'm the boss
I pay what the cost, I bought me a vault
I'm sipping it off
My hustle LeBron, I really took off
I leave with her bounce
I leave with her bounce then smoke me a ounce
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at my house, look at my spouse
Look at my bitch, look at my whip
Look at my swag, look at that bag
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I'm weird, flexing with a clear necklace
Ice in my ear, all I hear is wetness
Bird Box brain so I steer reckless
Like H Town made, I'm pure Texas
She already know what she f*cking with
She suck on my face with her pussy lips
Push your whip better than Iz, and she super thick
All of that ass and don't know what to do with it
Ay, pussy boy try again
Keeping new dudes, and I doubt she invite 'em in
She gon' pull strings, no violin
Since she got the budget movin' violent
Ironic but Xan brought the molly
Stadium set, it's a party
We drippin' in jewelry so alright I drown in
And we rob the plug like it's f*ckin' karate
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at my house, look at my spouse
Look at my bitch, look at my whip
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
Ain't that jewelry? Ain't that jewelry?
Ain't that jewelry? Ain't that jewelry?