Swag Dead

[Hook: Choir Boy & Ouija Macc]
You say the swag dead? Excuse my laughter
Why you cuffin' on your chicc?
Do I distract her?
The tricc is not to (?)
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[Verse 1: Choirboy]
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[Hook]

[Verse 2: Supa Sortahuman]
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[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ouija Macc]
Head home
Ya dead wrong
Swag is dead than we the damn bones
And them some
You ain't even in the red zone
Head home
We cookin' in the end zone
Your wins gone
Voila voila (voila)
Let me get this motherfuccin' guala
Throw them inches on my motherfuccin' Impala
My daughter craccin' piñatas like
"bloodclot, who the fucc gassin' these crackers (huh?)
Who let these white boys believe that they rappers
Quit plucking your eyebrows
Swag isn't a snapbacc
Its about what separates your soul from the whacc pacc
Knicc knacc patty whacc suckas wanna swagga jacc
They steal the swag and they sleep on us
They tracc nap and won't speak on us
We built the swag and put teeth on it
Hoes call the police on it
This beat dirty like shitty draws but my flo'w so clean you can eat on it
My crew gon' eat on it
Otherwise it won't be me on it
Got Supasorta Got Delimane
Got them
Got too much heat on it

[Verse 4: Delimane]
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[Hook]