I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue
I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue
I'm so lost with the, I'm so, I'm so lost with the swag
I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue (Ayy)

If I swag, I won't lose (Ooh), in my jeans, that is rude
And your bitch, I get nudes, I got her like the group
I want you just like two
I be higher for the evening, you be cold when it's cool
Baby girl, where you at? Where the fuck your longitude?
Honeydew, um, excuse me, you is not my damn boo
Yes, I'm cool with N6, but I don't like a bugaboo
And the swag so lost, like my eyes shampoo (Died, red)

I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue
I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue
I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue
I'm so lost with the swag that I don't have a clue