Check My Swag ft. Bagz Dongreen Lyrics

You know what I had to do, Texas in this mother fucka, let the beat drop

Yeah, ha ha, you know what it is, DFW music in this bitch

Check my swag, it's your boy Blu3, got my nigga Bagz in the building, ha ha

They say, us versus them is like a Corvette versus 10-speed in this bitch

They say I'm like Barack with the suits, but like Hov with the fitteds

They droppin' content, but all they shit is being copywritten

On sight, I'm a real one, from my head to my toes

Before you recognize the man, before the shine and the clothes

Before they ever see my chick, before they heard my son flow

I been that legendary nigga, everybody wanna know

Shit, everyday been that way since I was 12 years old

Was royalty in the womb, was on the throne before I was born

It's the aura that I give off, I glow indigo blue

They say the ocean's in his eyes, don't get too close, or he'll Atlantic you

The Titanic and Fitzgerald, yeah, I'm bringin' down the monsters

Pussy motherfuckers out here livin' as if they mobsters

Yeah, they only wish that they could eat what I shit

Yuckmouth ass, niggas, this is as close as it gets

Whenever I step in the box, the defense play defense

I'm with Trout, Griffey, and Ruth, I'm with the legends in this bitch

You can only wish to be me in another lifetime

But God couldn't make another even if he fuckin' tried

Check my Swag

Dripped out from my head to my kicks

I'm who these niggas wanna be and who they hoes don't wanna miss

Check my Swag

Ask Webster the definition of real

Demeanor on chill with a license to kill

Got them like, who is that

Ladies breakin' they necks, wantin' me to come break they backs

Check my Swag

Hands down, there will never be another

I stay out in the open, the niggas is undercover

Check my Swag

I got em' checkin' my swag like I'm bringin' 2012 back

I'm spinnin' on these niggas like a bitch without no pad

I just love to make haters mad, when Blu3 hit me up, I just laughed

Cause I know we bout to kill him, homicide on a dog ass

There's no more to say, he a thug, but MTV's gon' pay the way

Niggas think cause Moe 3 died, that Dallas music faded away

I don't ride no blue or a gray, chameleon paint when I leave stains

28's when I switch lanes, chain swangers, that's doin' my thing

I'm propane to a flame, please put out your cigarette, man

I'm highly explosive when I drop your notice, you cannot control this

Ain't nobody come to see you, Otis, you be on some hoe shit

But Bagz be mostly busy hittin' licks and gettin' rich

You can hear by this beat, it was meant for me

So I'ma keep do it big, the judge can sentence me

To 80 years if I don't keep it G

I'm swangin' but I'm swaggin

Drop off the ledge, fantastic

Your baby mama talkin nasty

But she ain't got no cabbage swag bitch

Check my Swag

Dripped out from my head to my kicks

I'm who these niggas wanna be and who they hoes don't wanna miss

Check my Swag

Ask Webster the definition of real

Demeanor on chill with a license to kill

Got them like, who is that

Ladies breakin' they necks, wantin' me to come break they backs

Check my Swag

Hands down, there will never be another

I stay out in the open, the niggas is undercover

Check my Swag