Lyrics: Mishul/ILLAH
Music: Mishul/ILLAH
I mix the drip with the sauce
Match red designer wit wok
You boys scary da cat (bitch
Mishul, ILLAH - Swag Disease - Swag Disease - I do not **** wit your lot (Ew)
Money my phone hear me talk
Droppin knowledge went to college & all (geeked)
Top of the class & she give me top (sexual noise)
In the Burroughs slidin dirty my socks (slatt)
Yeah work now or all ur life
Focused on these dreams keep me up all night
I ain’t takin no chance get what’s mine
Rlly gave up everything else in sight
Shit was getting rough way too many times
And it was jus me & god talkin in my mind
Discipline my grind get money kept rhymin
Mishul, ILLAH - Swag Disease - Swag Disease - And that’s just what I did **** the haters lemme shine
I Rock these Cartier filter through lies
Gucci my waist 100K that’s a vibe
Out on a vacay with Bebe & sum slimes
Os of exotic we smokin on pine (tree)
Luv me a RAGER
I turn up so major
When he met me
Made a fan from a hater
Swag disease
I’m sick cannot save us
Rockstar life
Baked all my cake up
I mix the drip with the sauce
Match red designer wit wok
You boys scary da cat (bitch
Mishul, ILLAH - Swag Disease - Swag Disease - I do not **** wit your lot (Ew)
Money my phone hear me talk
Droppin knowledge went to college & all (geeked)
Top of the class & she give me top (sexual noise)
In the Burroughs slidin dirty my socks (slatt)
Drum it hold 100 it get hot
Mishul, ILLAH - Swag Disease - Swag Disease - ****ing I was selling crack
Mishul, ILLAH - Swag Disease - Swag Disease - ****ing I was 16 with a Glock
My ex broke my heart and her nigga got robbed the next day
I don’t sip lean I sell wok
Mishul, ILLAH - Swag Disease - Swag Disease - ****ing we ain't ****ing with no opps
Mishul, ILLAH - Swag Disease - Swag Disease - ****ing I was thuggin on the block
Young nigga cookin rocks
Mike Amiri jeans hold a 45
And I been in these streets my whole life on god
No kap me and my niggas really get it
Sending shots to yo fitting
We got a Glock with extension
They do it just for the mentions
I got a Glock with extensions
I got a choppa to rip em
This ain’t no green this wokiana that I just been sipping
And I was stuck up in the slums I really came from the trenches
Your boy he scary the cat on god
Mishul, ILLAH - Swag Disease - Swag Disease - ****ing Me and my niggas got straps
And if I go broke I’m gon kick ina door quick
Mishul, ILLAH - Swag Disease - Swag Disease - Put a ****ing on the blade then I ask her just to focus and do her
I be round gang bangers, dealers and hustlers and killers that’s really gon drill u,
I be round niggas that’s shottas, don dadas, got choppas them niggas can’t feel u
I mix the drip with the sauce
Match red designer wit wok
You boys scary da cat (bitch
Mishul, ILLAH - Swag Disease - Swag Disease - I do not **** wit your lot (Ew)
Money my phone hear me talk
Droppin knowledge went to college & all (geeked)
Top of the class & she give me top (sexual noise)
In the Burroughs slidin dirty my socks (slatt)