Ken Carson – Swag Overload Lyrics

Ken Carson – Swag Overload Lyrics

Swag Overload Lyrics By Ken Carson

“Swag Overload” takes cut as the twenty fourth place on the anticipated XTENDED

[Intro]
(I’m sellin’ swag for the high, swag for the low)
(I’m sellin’ swag for the high, swag for the low)
(I’m sellin’ swag for the high, swag for the low)

[Verse]
My swag so dope, bitch saw me once now she addicted to me, just like coke
I don’t smoke no ‘Runtz, lil’ bitch, just 41s, Gelato
When I go shoppin’, I spend twenty thousand in one store
That’s that swag overload
Yeah, I’m a shopping fiend
I just spent thirty-five hundred on one pair of jeans
I love to shop, bitch, I’m addicted like methamphetamine
Yeah, you be ballin’, but I’m ballin’ in another leaguе
You in eighth, I’m in first seat
O-P-I-U-M my team
Shawty sayin’ P, I told hеr I’m V-A-M-P
I’m that nigga, bitch, shit, ain’t shit you can say to me
Everybody claim that smoke exotic, but they weed came with seeds
Everybody claim they sippin’ drank, but they be sippin’ fake lean
And everybody totin’ them sticks, huh
That shit be for Instagram, I know you ain’t blick nothin’
You ain’t shot shit, you ain’t pay for shit to get done
I tote a FN Five-seveN, yeah, bitch, I tote a big gun
That’s my weapon (Weapon)
Balenciaga boots, ooh, bitch, I’m steppin’ (Steppin’)
Beat a nigga up like Street Fighter, yeah, I’m Tekken (I’m Tekken)
I’m your daddy, I’m ’bout to teach yo’ ass a lesson (A lesson)
I been rockin’ all my jewelry lately, I been VVsin’ (VVsin’)
Fuck this bitch and I made her cum, woah, woah, she left her mess
I got seventy-five pointers, all of ’em sittin’ on my chest
And shawty got my kids, yeah, sittin’ all on her breasts
I got a swag disease, yeah, and that shit so contagious
I rock Balenciaga ripped, huh, huh, in that ‘Vette
Lil’ shawty swaggin’ like me, huh, huh, and we just met
You think you swaggin’ like me? Uh, uh, but this ain’t that
Nah, nah, this ain’t that
Huh, huh, my swag so dope, huh
Everybody addicted to it, yeah, just like coke
Everybody wanna take a picture, everywhere I go
I remember back when ain’t nobody know
Now I sell out every show
Huh, huh, and I could buy your bitch, huh
You can’t pay a nigga, uh-uh-uh, to try this shit
My boy playing with them pistols, and he ready to take a risk
He’ll take a chain off your neck and take your watch off your wrist

[Outro]
(Yeah)
(Swag, swag overload)
(Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag overload)
(Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag overload)
(Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag overload)