KILLY – Swag Flu lyrics

She wanna daddy I adopt her 
Bloor street frequent shopper 
Wanna roll wit the high rollers
Want a young boss shot caller 
Fendi eyes on me monster 
Pussy’s they fake imposters 
They just do what they can 
We just do what we wanna 
100 problems still can’t solve em 
Live the life pay the price of drama

If you not moving right then you get left 
Walk in they face is full of resent 
Talking to me wit hate in your heart 
But never could express disrespect 
Weatherman wit’ me don’t get drenched 
Margielaman she wanna reach in these pants  
Taliban jus blew out the bank 
They should never gave me a chance 

So much trouble being regular, 
Money the motive I made it my schedule, 
Guala the skrilla it coming etcetera, 
Skrt off like how they ahead of us 
First off , nobody compare to us 
2nd of all , please dont make me feel terrible 
Flex up on you till it way past repairable 
Writing your ending is not in my narrative 
If KILLY lieutenant, then god is the general 
I’m not no sinner but she wan my genital it’s all jus opinion , could never get rid of em 
Yea we just met she go 3 rounds the minimum
Smoking on something it hit me like sedative 
Sippin on somethin same colour as venom 

Right or wrong ima still ride wit em 
I ain’t no killer but for them I kill em
Haven’t came face to face with fear in a minute 
You could see me as hero or the villain
I ain’t scared to say that I ain’t feel em 
Straight to the point not talking in riddles
I took some distance to balance my spirit

Hourglass shape 
She got lip fillers 
How you all fake?
And you claim you the realist 
For what I overcame 
Need a hundred medals 
House with the gates and a fountain in the middle 

Off this earth, diamond lookin like mercury 
Some shit still never occurred to me  
Dat bitch got took like a burglary
Off a yerk might fuck if she heard a me 
Swag flu, my closet infirmary 
The hardest decisions to make is in front of me
Dior runners or Louis V wallabies  

Livin lavish livin Luxury 
Demons they still haunting me 
Voice in my head is nun to me
Do it all again ain’t nun to me 
Turn up the spot like trampoline 
She gave me top like Maybeline 
Charged up just like a battery 
All of my teachers doubted me 

Thought I’d amount to nothing 
Now I’m blowin thru they salary 
Now I’m blowin thru they salary 
Is it all there yea it better 
If I want then I got that’s how it be 

She wanna daddy I adopt her 
Bloor street frequent shopper 
Wanna roll wit the high rollers
Want a young boss shot caller 
Fendi eyes on me monster 
Pussy’s they fake imposters 
They just do what they can 
We just do what we wanna 
100 problems still can’t solve em 
Live the life pay the price of drama

Off this earth, diamond lookin like mercury 
Some shit it never occur to me 
Off this earth, diamond lookin like mercury 
Some shit stk never occurred to me  
Dat bitch got took like a burglar
Off a yerk might fuck if she heard a me 
Swag flu, my closet infirmary 
The hardest decisions to make is in front of me
Dior runners or Louis V wallabies