Yeah (just ask me)
I'm with a motherf*ckin' treesh
I ain't even gon' lie, this shit live
(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Ain't no bubbly, I drink muddy
I just bought some new Celine so your bitch wanna f*ck me
She love me, won't cuff me, I know she might thug me
I'm lusting, I'm rushing, this shit might get ugly
But as long as my swag on point, uh
AMBUSH on top Dior, I'm off the hook (oh, oh)
But as long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy, niggas got me flexin', she say I'm sexy, she know not to try me
She want matchin' Fendi fits
If I tell her, "No," I know she just might have a bad bitch fit
I know that's that girl, show how she top, it get me on demon shit (she know I'm up, wow)
Vlone, want me in cologne, don't like me 'round her friends, she homie
Yeah, huh, "I f*cked up my nails, I need 'em redone by this morning" (yeah)
That Celine, she know that I'm country
Chrome to her heart just like Givenchy, I'm dressed down in Givenchy (real talk)
Smokin' on dope all the way to the morning
I got Percs, I got sip, got her stiff like a mummy
F*ck that girl so long 'til she say she cumming
Rock swag, told her, "Please be neat with my money"
Yeah, bro, huh, I got too much Celine
Blatt, yeah, I got bitches makin' duwap for me
Wow, yeah, long as she keep my hair braided
I'm not showing one care, now that's fair
Rick Owens, that bitch rare
Tell the opps the truth, I dare 'em
Keep a bitch with long hair, and a big gun for me to slam 'em
Drop of medicine in my Tropicana
Bad white bitch from Alabama
Join Elliot when I go clean my dental
They know we'll never stop playing with hammers
Yeah, f*ck, I gotta move, pack on me (yeah)
I'm just rockin' new supervillain shit, I'ma walk with some purple jeans (yeah)
Bought both bitches designer too, yeah (yeah)
Huh, that's all me, Top
Ain't no bubbly, I drink muddy (I drink lean)
I just bought some new Celine so your bitch wanna f*ck me
She love me, won't cuff me, I know she might thug me (she know she might thug)
I'm lusting, I'm rushing, this shit might get ugly
But as long as my swag on point, uh (but long as my swag on point)
(?) on top Dior, I'm off the hook (oh, oh)
But as long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy, niggas got me flexin', she say I'm sexy, she know not to try me
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Swag On Point Lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Swag On Point Lyrics
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Yeah (just ask me)
I'm with a motherf*ckin' treesh
I ain't even gon' lie, this shit live
(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Ain't no bubbly, I drink muddy
I just bought some new Celine so your bitch wanna f*ck me
She love me, won't cuff me, I know she might thug me
I'm lusting, I'm rushing, this shit might get ugly
But as long as my swag on point, uh
AMBUSH on top Dior, I'm off the hook (oh, oh)
But as long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy, niggas got me flexin', she say I'm sexy, she know not to try me
She want matchin' Fendi fits
If I tell her, "No," I know she just might have a bad bitch fit
I know that's that girl, show how she top, it get me on demon shit (she know I'm up, wow)
Vlone, want me in cologne, don't like me 'round her friends, she homie
Yeah, huh, "I f*cked up my nails, I need 'em redone by this morning" (yeah)
That Celine, she know that I'm country
Chrome to her heart just like Givenchy, I'm dressed down in Givenchy (real talk)
Smokin' on dope all the way to the morning
I got Percs, I got sip, got her stiff like a mummy
F*ck that girl so long 'til she say she cumming
Rock swag, told her, "Please be neat with my money"
Yeah, bro, huh, I got too much Celine
Blatt, yeah, I got bitches makin' duwap for me
Wow, yeah, long as she keep my hair braided
I'm not showing one care, now that's fair
Rick Owens, that bitch rare
Tell the opps the truth, I dare 'em
Keep a bitch with long hair, and a big gun for me to slam 'em
Drop of medicine in my Tropicana
Bad white bitch from Alabama
Join Elliot when I go clean my dental
They know we'll never stop playing with hammers
Yeah, f*ck, I gotta move, pack on me (yeah)
I'm just rockin' new supervillain shit, I'ma walk with some purple jeans (yeah)
Bought both bitches designer too, yeah (yeah)
Huh, that's all me, Top
Ain't no bubbly, I drink muddy (I drink lean)
I just bought some new Celine so your bitch wanna f*ck me
She love me, won't cuff me, I know she might thug me (she know she might thug)
I'm lusting, I'm rushing, this shit might get ugly
But as long as my swag on point, uh (but long as my swag on point)
(?) on top Dior, I'm off the hook (oh, oh)
But as long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy, niggas got me flexin', she say I'm sexy, she know not to try me
I'm with a motherf*ckin' treesh
I ain't even gon' lie, this shit live
(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Ain't no bubbly, I drink muddy
I just bought some new Celine so your bitch wanna f*ck me
She love me, won't cuff me, I know she might thug me
I'm lusting, I'm rushing, this shit might get ugly
But as long as my swag on point, uh
AMBUSH on top Dior, I'm off the hook (oh, oh)
But as long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy, niggas got me flexin', she say I'm sexy, she know not to try me
She want matchin' Fendi fits
If I tell her, "No," I know she just might have a bad bitch fit
I know that's that girl, show how she top, it get me on demon shit (she know I'm up, wow)
Vlone, want me in cologne, don't like me 'round her friends, she homie
Yeah, huh, "I f*cked up my nails, I need 'em redone by this morning" (yeah)
That Celine, she know that I'm country
Chrome to her heart just like Givenchy, I'm dressed down in Givenchy (real talk)
Smokin' on dope all the way to the morning
I got Percs, I got sip, got her stiff like a mummy
F*ck that girl so long 'til she say she cumming
Rock swag, told her, "Please be neat with my money"
Yeah, bro, huh, I got too much Celine
Blatt, yeah, I got bitches makin' duwap for me
Wow, yeah, long as she keep my hair braided
I'm not showing one care, now that's fair
Rick Owens, that bitch rare
Tell the opps the truth, I dare 'em
Keep a bitch with long hair, and a big gun for me to slam 'em
Drop of medicine in my Tropicana
Bad white bitch from Alabama
Join Elliot when I go clean my dental
They know we'll never stop playing with hammers
Yeah, f*ck, I gotta move, pack on me (yeah)
I'm just rockin' new supervillain shit, I'ma walk with some purple jeans (yeah)
Bought both bitches designer too, yeah (yeah)
Huh, that's all me, Top
Ain't no bubbly, I drink muddy (I drink lean)
I just bought some new Celine so your bitch wanna f*ck me
She love me, won't cuff me, I know she might thug me (she know she might thug)
I'm lusting, I'm rushing, this shit might get ugly
But as long as my swag on point, uh (but long as my swag on point)
(?) on top Dior, I'm off the hook (oh, oh)
But as long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy, niggas got me flexin', she say I'm sexy, she know not to try me
Writer: Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, Kunstmann Simon, Noah William Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC