AI - $wagged Out [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Next Level]
Check my persona bitch I’m hotter than a sauna
Got em’ sweatin’ me but never disrespectin’ me
Cus’ if you try me your face meeting pavement
No motherfucking patience, cus’ now days niggas be fakin’
(see me) my niggas be puttin’ leaves in them bags like they rakin’
Blazin’ marijuana smoke, purple, sour, exotic, dro
Ill ass nigga, sick whip and its sittin’ low
Checking my phone asking these hoes what its hittin fo?
But I can bag a bad bitch with no cash in my pocket
Never spend my cash on a bopper
She just like being with a real nigga who dick her down proper
Matter of fact I might have her ass take me shoppin’
No need for a thousand dollar blazer to impress
With a 10 dollar tee I can be best dressed
Fuck that Hollywood shit, I’m breaking trends
Let a real nigga get rich and count ends
Next Level baby ima’ show em’ how it’s done
This everyday life I just do this shit for fun
Keep goin, no stopping like a bus route
I just stay swagged, the fuck out

[Hook]
Swagged the fuck out
(I’m swagged)
Swagged the fuck out
(I’m swagged)
Swagged the fuck out
(I’m swagged)
Swagged the fuck out
(I’m swagged)
Swagged the fuck out
(I’m swagged)
Swagged the fuck out
(I’m swagged)
Swagged the fuck out
(I’m swagged)
Swagged the fuck out
(I’m swagged)

[Verse 2: John Broks]
Bring the drugs I’m cool as fuck
Pop a molly, get fucked up
Fuck swag! fuck swag?
You hypebeast niggas is lame as fuck
Ratchet hoes self-titled “bad bitch”
Ironic, sad shit, that’s like callin PCP “angel dust”
You pussy ass niggas can’t hang with us
I don’t owe you shit niggas fame-o-us
In God I trust
So ima’ put a bible on the dash
Befo’ I bust a nigga ass for this cash
But I never pull off fast, gotta show my ass
But let me get off that hood shit
A lil Cavalli have a bitch thinkin I’m hood rich
But I don’t even want that hood chick
I need a artsy tumblr ho so I can tongue the ho

[Bridge]
50k on my wrist that’s swag bitch
Sit back lane switch with a bad bitch
Put a snarl on my lip as I grab my dick
Cus’ im the type of nigga never had shit

[Verse 3: John Brooks]
Pretty mother fucker I don’t need to change my name
My crib is a zoo got plenty bitches that’s tamed
Bitch my lil sister pinky got more swag
Your favorite bitch? Already had got past
About to blast, on these phony niggas think they trill
Nigga step to the plate ima’ make u my meal
I’m HOC bout to give this bitch some “D” from a “G” don’t mind me
I’m just sittin getting money, got all these bithces running to me
She let me hit it from the back cus’ I never do that frontin’

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Big Yi]
Im sharper than a motherfuckin’ spear
Motherfuckin’ martian how im up outta here
Lil mamma ass like a motherfuckin’ pear
She want this wood on there like timber
Her man got his hands together
Like he bout to fuckin cheer or whatever
But I ain't even gone sweat her
Polo stable no need for a dresser
Damier, Louis V, swag on OD, hoes know who I be (I BE)
They be on me, on my jock
Tell em hop, hop up off my cock
Marijuana trees, on the fuckin’ socks
Never catch a nigga slippin wit’ a knot
Nigga naw, (ha) never catch me slippin with the guap
Cus’ im on my mission to the top
Used to be on the bench now im at the top spot
And the hoes love a nigga that start
So I tell a bitch straight from the start
Im a cool nigga, cold heart, tear her feelings apart
So let me let ya know this
Cold wrist mouth on froze bitch, so all I speak is G shit
Want a real nigga I’m who to be wit’
No Nintendo no we (wii ) bitch
Im solo dolo, smoking on that dojo
Nappy fro doe’, on my ponyo
Green midget, puffin on that yoda
Take that zing put it in the soda
I’m throwed, no floater
If I play my cards right I might poker
Black mixed with chico, call her miss mocha
The end getting closer, hol’ up