Swag in My Walk

Huh, baby, it's the Top Floor Boss Huh, I got some swag in my walk, huh Huh, I got some swag in my closet, bitch I was just broke now I'm so damn rich These niggas sweet 'cause they stay on my dick Nah, niggas can't touch my bitch Huh, these niggas ain't down wit' the clique Huh, my chain and my wrist so lit Shawty know I'm a vamp and she tryna get bit Huh, it's only the truth when I spit it If you walk in my spot, you see so many sticks Glocks, ARP's, FN's Got pounds on the counter and it's pints in the fridge I got so many jeans and they all so flared I blow money everyday you would think it was Christmas Huh, yeah, that's just how we livin' Top Floor lifestyle, baby, I'm a villain I do it real big, real pop shittin' Look at all this drip I'm spillin' Look at all the drip I spilt I got water, I don't got milk All these niggas dead, I killed 'em Me and my bros break bread, we split it I already know if she bad, I hit it I already know if it's bool, I did it I already know if it's black, I got it All these drugs and these narcotics Talkin' 'bout a movie, we shot it Talkin' 'bout all these hoes, we got 'em Talkin' 'bout gas, I'm smokin' exotic Talkin' 'bout fashion, shawty, I got it Yeah, shawty, I got it I don't need no help, I got it Oh, you want that? I got it Somebody watch your back, I got it Yeah, all this shit I'm poppin', I'm an astronaut takin' off like rockets Yeah, and I'm out in Houston, ballin' hard, baby, but I'm no Rocket Huh, baby, it's the Top Floor Boss Huh, I got some swag in my walk Huh, I got some swag in my closet, bitch I was just broke now I'm so damn rich These niggas sweet 'cause they stay on my dick Nah, niggas can't touch my bitch Huh, these niggas ain't down wit' the clique Huh, my chain and my wrist so lit Shawty know I'm a vamp and she tryna get bit Huh, it's only the truth when I spit it If you walk in my spot, you see so many sticks Glocks, ARP's, FN's Got pounds on the counter and it's pints in the fridge I got so many jeans and they all so flared I blow money everyday you would think it was Christmas Hol' up, I gotta switch my fit Hol' up, I gotta switch my bitch, a new shawty I gotta switch that pistol, she swallow every time she suck dick Yeah, and all these niggas my kids, huh, but I don't got no BM Yeah, ask your ho' 'bout Lonely, huh, she gon' say he him Yeah, baby, I'm the fashion demon, yeah, and I'm ready to pop a seal I'm ready to pop a bitch, I'm the look killa, I'm ready to catch a kill How you gon' think you it, you stealin' my swag, lil' nigga, just be for real I been gettin' so damn rich, I can't be sad, yeah, nigga, yeah-yeah, for real Yeah, go get a bag, for real, he gotta go and get a bag, for real I used to get all my tees from goodwill and now I pop tags, for real I just gave my freak a lil' pill, now she ready to catch a kill I just put the devil on all my whips, I'm talkin' 'bout Forgi' wheels Huh, baby, it's the Top Floor Boss Huh, I got some swag in my walk Huh, I got some swag in my closet, bitch I was just broke now I'm so damn rich These niggas sweet 'cause they stay on my dick Nah, niggas can't touch my bitch Huh, these niggas ain't down wit' the clique Huh, my chain and my wrist so lit Shawty know I'm a vamp and she tryna get bit Huh, it's only the truth when I spit it If you walk in my spot, you see so many sticks Glocks, ARP's, FN's Got pounds on the counter and it's pints in the fridge I got so many jeans and they all so flared I blow money everyday you would think it was Christmas