KILLY - Swag Flu Lyrics

She want daddy, I adopt her
Bloor Street frequent shopper
Wanna roll with the high rollers
Want a young boss shot caller
Fendi eyes on me monster (yeah)
Pussies they fake imposters (yeah)
They just do what they can (what?)
We just do what we wanna (yeah)
Hunnid problems, they still can't solve 'em (solve 'em, naw)
Live the life, pay the price of drama (drama, yeah)

If you not moving right then you get left
Walk in they face is full of resent
Talking to me with hate in your heart (yeah)
But never could express disrespect
Weatherman with me, don't get drenched
Margielaman she wanna reach in these pants
Taliban, just blew out the bank (yeah)
They should never gave me a chance

So much trouble being regular
Money the motive I made it my schedule
Guala the skrilla it coming etcetera
Skrrt off like, how they ahead of us (skrrt)
First off, nobody compare to us
Second of all, please don't make me feel terrible
Flex up on you 'til it way past repairable
Writing your ending is not in my narrative
If Killy lieutenant, then God is the general
I'm not no sinner but she want my genital
It's all just opinion, could never get rid of 'em
Yea we just met, she go three rounds the minimum
Smoking on something it hit me like sedative
Sippin' on somethin' same color as venom
Right or wrong, I'ma still ride with 'em
I ain't no killer, but for them, I kill 'em

Haven't came face to face with fear in a minute (any minute)
You could see me as hero or the villain (or the villain)
I ain't scared to say that I ain't feel 'em (feel 'em )
Straight to the point, not talking in riddles
I took some distance to balance my spirit (yeah)

Hourglass shape
She got lip fillers
How you all fake?
But you claim you the realest
For what I overcame
Need a hundred medals
House with the gates and a fountain in the middle

Off this Earth, diamond lookin' like Mercury
Some shit still never occurred to me
That bitch got took like a burglary
Off a yerk, might f*ck if she heard of me
Swag flu, my closet infirmary
The hardest decisions to make is in front of me
Dior runners or Louis V wallabies
Livin' lavish, livin' luxury (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Demons they still haunting me
Voice in my head is nothing to me
Do it all again ain't nothing to me
Turn up the spot like trampoline
(Turn up the spot like trampoline)
She gave me top like Maybelline
(She gave me top like Maybelline)
Charged up just like a battery
All of my teachers doubted me
Thought I'd amount to nothing
Now I'm blowin' through they salary, yeah
Now I'm blowin' through they salary (yeah)
Is it all there? yeah, it better be (yeah)
If I want then I got, that's how it be (yeah)

She want daddy, I adopt her
Bloor Street frequent shopper
Wanna roll with the high rollers
Want a young boss shot caller
Fendi eyes on me monster (yeah)
Pussies they fake imposters (yeah)
They just do what they can (what?)
We just do what we wanna (yeah)

Off this Earth, diamond lookin' like Mercury
Some shit still never occurred to me
That bitch got took like a burglary
Off a yerk, might f*ck if she heard of me
Swag flu, my closet infirmary
The hardest decisions to make is in front of me
Dior runners or Louis V wallabies
Livin' lavish, livin' luxury