Ha
Phew, phew
Ha, phew
Ha, chyeah
I'm mad, berserk
I swag, I surf
Too bad, for certain
Two bands on my shirt
New baddie, she perfect
New bag and she want it
I'm mad, berserk
I swag, I surf (phew)
(Ha, ha, yeah, ha)
Went to sleep fresh in a coffin
Woke up and I went shoppin'
Put all my clothes alphabetical order
I got so many options (chyeah)
On Monday, I'm rockin' Armani briefs
On Sunday, Alexander the office
I had to sit down with the team at McQueen
And they tellin' me I'm rockin' it properly (true stories)
I step on them, they can't rest (true stories)
They tellin' me take this check (true stories)
28 carats in the back of my mouth
'Cause I really been tryna say less (less)
28 carats on four rings and I got an Audi on my chest (yeah)
I'm too swagged out, tell your boyfriend
He ain't your boyfriend, he's your ex
I'm swaggin', I'm surfin'
I'm goin' berserk like post-traumatic stress
(Ha, chyeah, ha, chyeah)
I'm mad, berserk
I swag, I surf (phew)
Too bad, for certain
Two bands on my shirt
New baddie, she perfect
New bag and she want it
Ha, huh? Ha, chyeah, ha
Too swagged out, might not even do the next- (huh, oh my)
Too swagged out, might not even do the next verse (oh)
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Ha
Phew, phew
Ha, phew
Ha, chyeah
I'm mad, berserk
I swag, I surf
Too bad, for certain
Two bands on my shirt
New baddie, she perfect
New bag and she want it
I'm mad, berserk
I swag, I surf (phew)
(Ha, ha, yeah, ha)
Went to sleep fresh in a coffin
Woke up and I went shoppin'
Put all my clothes alphabetical order
I got so many options (chyeah)
On Monday, I'm rockin' Armani briefs
On Sunday, Alexander the office
I had to sit down with the team at McQueen
And they tellin' me I'm rockin' it properly (true stories)
I step on them, they can't rest (true stories)
They tellin' me take this check (true stories)
28 carats in the back of my mouth
'Cause I really been tryna say less (less)
28 carats on four rings and I got an Audi on my chest (yeah)
I'm too swagged out, tell your boyfriend
He ain't your boyfriend, he's your ex
I'm swaggin', I'm surfin'
I'm goin' berserk like post-traumatic stress
(Ha, chyeah, ha, chyeah)
I'm mad, berserk
I swag, I surf (phew)
Too bad, for certain
Two bands on my shirt
New baddie, she perfect
New bag and she want it
Ha, huh? Ha, chyeah, ha
Too swagged out, might not even do the next- (huh, oh my)
Too swagged out, might not even do the next verse (oh)
Phew, phew
Ha, phew
Ha, chyeah
I'm mad, berserk
I swag, I surf
Too bad, for certain
Two bands on my shirt
New baddie, she perfect
New bag and she want it
I'm mad, berserk
I swag, I surf (phew)
(Ha, ha, yeah, ha)
Went to sleep fresh in a coffin
Woke up and I went shoppin'
Put all my clothes alphabetical order
I got so many options (chyeah)
On Monday, I'm rockin' Armani briefs
On Sunday, Alexander the office
I had to sit down with the team at McQueen
And they tellin' me I'm rockin' it properly (true stories)
I step on them, they can't rest (true stories)
They tellin' me take this check (true stories)
28 carats in the back of my mouth
'Cause I really been tryna say less (less)
28 carats on four rings and I got an Audi on my chest (yeah)
I'm too swagged out, tell your boyfriend
He ain't your boyfriend, he's your ex
I'm swaggin', I'm surfin'
I'm goin' berserk like post-traumatic stress
(Ha, chyeah, ha, chyeah)
I'm mad, berserk
I swag, I surf (phew)
Too bad, for certain
Two bands on my shirt
New baddie, she perfect
New bag and she want it
Ha, huh? Ha, chyeah, ha
Too swagged out, might not even do the next- (huh, oh my)
Too swagged out, might not even do the next verse (oh)
Writer: Lance Omal, Jay Trench
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC