Jet Lag

[Intro]
It's Swoo Gang, baby

[Verse]
I just touched down, I can't kick back
Dirty bag, bag, dirty-ass bag
Any nigga playin' with that dirty-ass Swag
Who that is? Lil Swag
Chopper hit his back
I got jet lag
Hop up off a jet, I got jet lag
Hop up off a jet, I got jet lag
Fresh up off a lick, I'm all in my bag
Man, I took your bitch, I think that lil' nigga, he mad
"Lil Swag, how you did it? How you came up so damn fast?"
I don't know, I don't know
I had three hoes, I hit 'em, one, two, three, in a row
That's your ho, let her go
I put the dick up in her throat
Money bag, running back
I just get a touchdown like a runningback
And these niggas mad 'cause I be in my bag
I be all like Saks like, "I need that"
If he want a feat, he get the stupid tax
Me and my pockets, we ballin' like a fifty now
And these niggas better not come in here, ain't make no sense
We in the trap, seven days, I'm making gold now
Free my nigga June, you know he locked up in that pound
Tryna play with him, you know we got a hundred round
Yeah, leave a nigga dead, yeah
Scared, yeah, put him in the bag
Leave him red, racks, I got twenty for a blitz
We got ten, ten
Yeah, these niggas playing catchup, they be fans
I got jet lag
Hop up off a jet, I got jet lag
Hop up off a jet, I got jet lag
Hop up off a jet, I got jet lag