Rittz - F**k Swag Lyrics

This is what I believe he says, too lazy to correct line-by-line...:
"F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
Swag

15's in the back of the Dodge
Out the garage
And my homies riding with me and the battery charged
I talk about the clientele and tell 'em they won't be off
I'm off Atlanta representers and we're given the yonk
And be, better this car's and the swap in the squad
They think they swaggin' but they lame as f*ck, we laugh at these boys
Uncontrollably, like we just hit the gravity bong
Half of these rappers too wack to be even rappin' at all
Tryin' to dress up like a widow hopin' that somebody notice 'em
Make me wanna strike and knock 'em down like they a bowling pin
Maybe I just hold an out of touch attitude is f*ck that kids
If you don't like me go and watch some Nickelodeon, you lil' motherf*cker
I'm over and I stick 'em up they say their YOLO go off and then provoke 'em
And it's time for me to tell the difference between a rapper and a singer
Of a rock and roll band, I don't think that shit's appropriate
Way too many rappers wanna look like Lenny Krevitz,
Personally I think these pussies get too many passes
Thrift store shopping with the shit your rockin
Looks lame and your music ain't neat the shit is average
And if that don't make you madder even better
I don't sweat on people talking shit about the way I look every day
Long hair, don't care, wear pair of Air Jordans
And I wear all black, no hook, F*ck Swag!

F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag

All these rappers wanna bite, like they don't know how to write
They constantly freestyle and think it's tight
Every time they say a line with a metaphor in it
They wanna pause, or laugh, or ad-lib
Fake swag, they just copy who they like
Tryin' to sound like Gucci, or Future, or Tunechi
These dudes need a lesson before they get behind a mic
Ain't nobody buying your records they buyin' in the hype
They was feeling me until they see that I'm white
Now they like "man he raps too fast,"
What you slow homie? You handicapped?
What you need a walker, a hearin' aid, or a fanny pad?
What you unhappy the cheddar's back, the "Manny Pac"
Of the rap game that can't relax
I'm 'bout to raise the bar and they can't adapt, the cameras flash
Cause they see a STAR when I walk in the room!
North side, Atlanta rap, I bet you wanna walk in my shoes
It's funny that I'm hot,
Last year I was just cool, when you?
You was too official
Wear the shoe that fits you,
Tied yo' dick in skinny jeans, take your Louie belt and whip you
The clientele will strip you of your jewelry, would take a pic
And post the shit on Instagram now suck a dick
You bitch you lookin' real dumb,
Still slum, I don't pleasant hear them
Bumping Big K.R.I.T. and Yelawolf 'cause I don't feel punk
Rappers with no skills come and witness me, I killed them
You f*ckin' with me, I'm the real one, F*ck Swag!

F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag
F*ck swag