Lyrics: Philip Huang s.r.
Music: Philip Huang s.r.
Y′all really got no swag
Ain't rookie, I run like a vet
Tell ′em keep runnin' up (Ayy)
Tell 'em keep runnin′ up (Like, ayy)
Like, woo, done blessin′ to the youth
Postin' up at Tally, blue tooth rollin′ too
I manage not to stop, get this money 'til I can′t consume
The magazine know, yeah
The Margiela Margiela boutique, curbed while I'm in Seoul, yeah
Diamonds roast, I say so, yeah
The XL fit my body, yeah
Break about, break about me, yeah
Like how many promise you broke, now
You claim you don′t get no trust, yeah
Peel this table turn, this old head, ain't you, I let you go
My bitch desire for the diamond, see how the shooter professional
Soon as I get this bread, I will lie
Down in the race to be burnin' in Casa
Just take for a pose, I mean pose for a pic, just ****ed up my mental
Lately, I don′t look at labels when I see the price
I move like Genji, cruisin′, I turn water to ice
She go up on the nestling dreams, we thinkin' that height
I don′t need PS5, but PSP, nostalgia life
Your whole crew got no swag, your bitch got no swag
I heard you wanna do band for band, come forward, do it like men
Pop the tag, I'm breakin′ speaker, this part of the code
To all these people who are bumpin' in my ****in′ show
Huh, y'all really got no swag
Ain't rookie, I run like a vet
Tell ′em keep runnin′ up (Ayy)
Tell 'em keep runnin′ up (Like, ayy)
Tell 'em keep runnin′ up (Oh, yeah)
That's the new designers, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
SL Louis, we settle down
Two pair is almost spinnin′ down
She show up just for the benefit, I don't let her take advantage, yeah
Postin' up at Tally, blue tooth rollin′ too
I manage not to stop, get this money ′til I can't consume