Swag
• Written by Yungaxstro
(Chorus)
Billionaire boys club.
Playboy.
Bape.
Swag!
Billionaire boys club.
Playboy.
Bape.
Swag.
(x2)
(Verse 1)
Swag is what I have.
Bitches want to hate, yeah I know they’re mad.
Diamond records, might need a plaque.
When I get home, I’m taking a bath.
Cause I really stink.
Get that money, get that cheese.
Saturday night, watching movies.
Gen Alpha kids like skibidi.
Birthday like a party, but no diddy.
Don’t make a big scene, it’s not biggie.
Yes, I’m small.
No, I’m not tall.
Plastic bitches like dolls.
Dolls cause they’re all fake.
Need to stay in their own lanes.
I have a good back, no Hunchback like Notre Dame.
I might save the day, like Bruce Wayne.
Batman, superman.
Like Heroes.
Bitches want to hate, but they’re like hippos.
Microsoft Windows.
Bill gates.
All these ignorant fucks have to hate.
Put them in their own place and lane.
(Chorus)
Billionaire boys club.
Playboy.
Bape.
Swag!
Billionaire boys club.
Playboy.
Bape.
Swag.
(x2)
(Verse 2)
Never talk in class, cause I don’t fuck with y’all.
Sometimes I go shopping at the mall.
It’s almost winter, we’re leaving fall.
I don’t do sports, no basketball.
I just like playing videogames.
Some stupid parents might say they rot your brain.
I think they’re insane.
Think that they’re crazy.
Sometimes I feel lazy.
Don’t want to do anything.
I don’t fuck with y’all cause y’all are plain.
Like basic.
I like to eat chips.
I like Pringles.
Old people with shingles.
Yes, I’m single.
But, I don’t need one.
Cause I think that shit is kind of dumb.
Yes, I’m young.
Don’t want to be second, want to be number one.
I don’t eat chum.
That is a fact.
Complex style like abstract.
I hope these dumb fucks step on a tack.
(Chorus)
Billionaire boys club.
Playboy.
Bape.
Swag!
Billionaire boys club.
Playboy.
Bape.
Swag.
(x2)
