My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean
First it was the Glock going hand to hand
Then I got to moving the gram by gram
Your boy get bread that's without a doubt
One by one I knocks them out
I get that paper ni**a I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes crib sitting on mad acres
If I don't get it on this time I'll get it on the next flip
Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next b**ch
It's recreation all when it's nothing to do
F**k up a hater or two or send a ni**a at you
You're just a rapper
In fact you're a regular rapper
Say the wrong line and I'll get your a** wrapped up
Bass line bumping whole spot dumping
Pumping
I blow bread ni**a heavy bread
It was rip to big now heavy dead
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean
I get gets the bread I blow I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean
I get gets the bread I blow I blows the bread
I get gets the bread I blow I blows the bread
I get gets the bread I blow I blows the bread
And I be swagging all day I be swagging all day
When I'm out in the bay feels like home sweet home
Now niggas can't f**k with the sh*t I'm on
Whatup blood don't get it f**ked up
A ni**a spot pumping out get you stuck up
Out of habit I got bad habits
Sem autos and fully automatics
Click clack it ra-ta-ta-tat it
Clap clap sh*t reload clap clap sh*t
I been doing this I don't need practice
I been doing this I don't need practice
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean
I get gets the bread I blow I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean
I get gets the bread I blow I blows the bread
I get gets the bread I blow I blows the bread
I get gets the bread I blow I blows the bread
