Alright, hold on, listen, you won a BET award, yeah
You didn't have no promotion from the radio didn't want to play you
The TV weren't playing the video
I swear I was the only **** playing your shit
You get me?
But you see what happened?
You had a little man this with
And he told him that they was gonna have to lay down
You get me? (Quick reminders)
Fast forward
What's going on now?
Bidding what's going on, you get me?
It's crazy
You get me?
You signed a deal
So I guess that means they have to just work with you, G, you get me?
Rocky Balboa shit, yeah, what you sayin'? It's like Rocky Part seven
The best shit, **** run the gully is to rep this
**** got me back on that running up the steps shit
The man on the horse looking gully on my crep shit
**** talk shit
I put that money on your head quick
I ain't gotta talk about the honeys that I slept with fam
I'm getting money and I'm spending it with Spent Kid
I love that little ****, he put money on the pen thing
Wigbender, yeah, he's my little brother, but a big spender
**** never saw my CD up in EastEnders
Yeah, I'm feeling sleepy in the big Benz
My name's in your ****' brain, though (****' brain, though)
And my chain's looking like a rainbow, yeah
But we're all still the same, though
**** can't say that Hollow Man has changed
No
Swagga'd out, swagga'd out, swagga'd out, swagga'd out
Swagga'd out, swagga'd out, swagga'd out
Swagga'd out, swagga'd out, swagga'd out, swagga'd out
I'm out to win it all (win it all)
It's all original (all original)
Admit it fam I'm more than a criminal (yes)
And aftershave, unforgivable (hmm)
Guns all original
And they might moan at you **** 'cause they miserable
**** feel my shit, 'cause I'm spiritual
**** talk shit, but it's all subliminal
So you better let your heater bang
'Cause I'm surrounded by the cheese
I'm a pizza man
Nobody can get it in like me
When I'm beating grams, fam, they call my dust the rocket fuel
I'm like Peter Pan
**** screaming, oh, God, like Beenie Man
And they want me fucking with their set, like the TV man
I'm like John Cena
You can't see me fam
Swagga'd out
Ah, shit
Swagga'd out
Hold on, there you go again
Swagga'd out
Talking about that swag
Swagga'd out
You can't stop can you?
Swagga'd out
It's who said that?
Swagga'd out
Gigs, boost, big motherfucking ride, yeah

Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson & Daniel Collins.