Swagger’s intact Niggas ask why I’m so ragga in tracks Ain’t no point in grabbing them straps I’m a man who’ll go and get the battyman clapped
Mad pain but I bottled that Hit some bottled yac, “shh, pop” goes the bottle cap Thought I put it back, fuck that, tryna stop all that I ain’t gonna be no wasteman in a bottle trap
Niggas talking sideways, yeah I spot all that But niggas talking my name, I’ma bottle that Overseas they put ‘caine in a bottle man UK we put ‘caine in a cut up bag
The game’s going fucking mad Niggas grow their own punk, fuck it up with sand You’re on Wooly Road stunting on couple man? Then my nutty bro Knucks gets the drop on man
Is my swagger intact? “Uh huh” And the line from the trap goes “brr brr” Violating my stash that’s murder You niggas dumb motherfuckers like “uh duh”