Swag Up Lyrics – Destroy Lonely, Ken Carson

Read the complete Swag Up Lyrics by Destroy Lonely and Ken Carson along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
(8-808)

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
EBK s*it, give a fu*k what you bang, you can die right now if you think you gon’ try
N!ggas claiming they gang-gang but they ain’t gang ’cause I’m sitting right here with Lone right now
And I’m rolling right now, off the drank, yeah, I’m loaded right now

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
I pull up with like fifteen black trucks, I feel like the president
Two hundred and fifty thousand, yeah, that’s how my day was spent
I stuff that s*it in my trousers, yeah-yeah-yeah, they Givenchy
[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
What I spent on lean, I could’ve went and bought Mercedes-Benz
She said she feeling me but I think I wanna go and fu*k her friend
I’m on tour, b!tch, but I still linked up with the X-Man
Count up money and pouring up drank, this s*it just like Ed and Eddy
Huh, every day I’m fresh with the swag, I go spending
Huh, upside-down cross, all baguettes go spaghetti

[Verse 3: Ken Carson]
Huh, I’m having blue cheese, huh, Lone having fetty
Huh, just like Little Caesars, boy, I know that you ready
Huh, my swag cause a frenzy, got these n!ggas jealous
And I ain’t got no envy in me, that’s why my pockets heavy

[Verse 4: Destroy Lonely]
I want the whole load, nothing less
I want the whole bag, nothing less
I poured a whole pint, b!tch, nothing less
I spent a whole wad of cash, nothing less
I ain’t got no envy in me, b!tch, that’s why my pockets heavy
I keep counting up the M and M’s, put Wafi on my necklace
Me and gang switch the swag up, quick, tell her, “Check it”

[Verse 5: Ken Carson]

I put that b!tch in a Jag’, huh, she used to drive a Lexus
I got a b!tch with a fat ass, huh, huh, she from Texas
I got this model ho, she super skinny, all she do is neck
I fu*k all type of hoes, huh, all complexions
Like the n!gga from Fantastic Four, make the money stretch
I got this b!tch throwing up O, she throwing up the set
I live my life on private, that’s why I’m on the jet

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
I pull up with like fifteen black trucks, I feel like the president
Two hundred and fifty thousand, yeah, that’s how my day was spent
I stuff that s*it in my trousers, yeah-yeah-yeah, they Givenchy

[Verse 6: Destroy Lonely]
I’m tryna switch up my location, switch my residence
I just bust my wrist down, then I go bust down my b!tch
Huh, I’m getting rich now, I ain’t got no time for that s*it
I keep pouring up drank, in a way I’m getting sick
I’m with the X-Man, b!tch, we like the presidents

[Verse 7: Ken Carson]
Huh, huh, everything I do presidential like the Rollie
VETEMENTS New Rock boots I got on like, “Holy moly”
I unfold that Kel-Tec and let that b!tch fold it
I live in a hotel, live my life like Zack and Cody
But all these n!ggas be hating like Mr. Moseby
I told you that I ain’t got no racks, I was gon’ do the most
I’m way ahead of these n!ggas, man, that s*it ain’t even close
I can stop the whole world, yeah, with one post

[Chorus: Destroy Lonely]
I pull up with like fifteen black trucks, I feel like the president
Two hundred and fifty thousand, that’s how my day was spent
I stuff that s*it in my trousers, yeah, they Givenchy

[Outro: Ken Carson]
I stuff them racks in the drawers, yeah-yeah, in my britches