Look At My Swag

I'm a florida boy i'm a florida boy

I'm a florida boy i'm a florida boy

Yeah florida boy i'm a florida boy

I'm a florida boy i'm a florida boy

Real niggasnigga real hoes what's happening **

Soul ** all traps clothes

What's up i ain't saying what's up

I got damn baby what it gonna take

For me to go and get your naked ** naked

Look at my swag look at my wheels

She ** me good then i gotta pay her bills

I'm sipping brown them ** green

She smellone white day county call it clean

** look at me who on the screen

Money machines i'm overseas

** ** please yeah you copping please

I run this ** i run this ** need time to breathe

You see the don't see the don't you hear the cray

We selling flex you know the stray

Thirty years

So where you from where you from i'm rapping game

I'm rapping game a

Thirty years

Yeah that's twin

Look at my swag

My swag

Look at my grill my grillfrom the ** my **

That's how i feel that's how i feel

He don't man in the coast cause hell i'm binding

Hella bind ** open your eye look for them riding

Riding

I'm fresh to death from right to left

I'm fresh to death from right to left

I'm fresh to death from right to left

I'm fresh to death from right to left

I ain't friendly but excuse me miss

How you get all of that ** in that gucci dress

Looking at it all like i owe yourself

And i don't ** with rap **

Cause they all be friends

You pie pie you green

Green gold thank you threat cause he on bean on bean

I'm a glorda with a gyps walk around with k's

And where the bases are finding

Ain't gonna ride in your face

Name another underground rapper hotter than me

Yeah no deal every show five grand a field

And when this album hill drop you can add you three

That's eight grand

Five room in some trial and d

Look at my swag look at my swag look at my grill

My grillfrom the ** my **

That's how i feel that's how i feel

He don't man in the coast cause hell i'm bound

Hella bound ** hold me your eye look what i'm riding

I'm fresh to death from right to left

I'm fresh to death from right to left

I'm fresh to death from right to left

I'm fresh to death from right to left

Yeah boy where you at

Shawty boy ** ** you got cash

** boy where you at

Shawty boy ** ** you got cash

If you a bad ** yeah put your hands up

And if a hoe wanna hate she can get an ** woo

If you a bad ** ** put your hands up

And if a hoe wanna hate she can get an ** woo

I'm in the club buying drinks

For all the ** who hate

Just to see that old hating that look on they face

They say ** bomb a lot

And boy this house in here small

Cause i get eyeball or eight ball i'm telling it all

Old front ** ** out

Chip playing with the work here

You gonna ** around and these streets

So get your little ** murder

Better keep that fire on you

Cause them jits stay robbing

So don't bring your ** down here with all that flaws

Where my zo's at ** where my hoes at **

All them ** who hustle

Who got their own trail **

And if it wasn't for the haters

I wouldn't have no paper

So from the bottom of my heart yeah appreciate

Look at my swag

My sweat got my grill

My grill from the ** my **

That's how i feel that's how i feel

He don't matter the coast cause hell i'm bound

Hella bound ** open your eye look what i'm riding

I'm fresh to deal