f*ck Swag lyrics

[Intro: Danny Graft]
It's The Manor
Oi, oi
Saying f*ck swag
I'm saying f*ck swag
My clothes are so sh*t

[Verse 1: Danny Graft]
Dodgy geezer c*cky on a knees up
Give me one or two and I'll be necking like a litre
Heading southend in a forty seven seater
Shouting we ain't counting fellas saying we ain't either
I'm bring rap back in my Penge flat cap
f*ck the wave jumpers bumping Drizzy in a snap back
I'm looking caj in my lilac Primark rags
Not sweating getting vetting form the lads
So above it that I can't see clouds
I'm laughing at clowns in Armani gowns
Fake bake tarts ten a penny on the town
Grinding for a fiver still be liver than your sound
I ain't showered since 1993
I'm a dirty little c*nt no-one is liver on the beat
No-one is waver than this raver f*ck the hippies in the sea
I flip it on the mic so you can see that I'm deep

[Chorus: Danny Graft & Jonny Dutch]
One pair of jeans every video you've seen
Mashed up vans and a thirty p tee
The only shirt I worry 'bout's what my team is
They're saying f*ck swag I'm the only one who means it
I'm the only one who means it
They're saying f*ck swag I'm the only one who means it
Trust me. He ain't lying
I don't give a f*ck who's the realest

[Verse 2: Jonny Dutch]
Ayo check the manouevur Monday down the boozer
I'm on the karaoke tryna cop for a cougar
She told me 'bout her age I couldn't give a f*ck
Said it's never too much then I sang a bit of Luther
Bang, I stay in my bed all day
Then i rave all night so I'm broke always
Went Nandos and only bought perinaise
Stole the stamp and the card and the fork and the plate (f*ck it)
Trims on tick that's some hard time sh*t
I've got ninety-nine debts and a sleeve full of tricks
YP railcard don't check mail nah
If anyone calls just tell 'em I ain't 'ere ma
She says I'm wotless I said I know this
But don't tell me that my bars ain't the coldest
I'll mature soon I'll gain focus
But right now i'm playing online poker
[Chorus: Danny Graft & Jonny Dutch]
One pair of jeans every video you've seen
Mashed up vans and a thirty p tee
The only shirt I worry 'bout's what my team is
They're saying f*ck swag I'm the only one who means it
I'm the only one who means it
They're saying f*ck swag I'm the only one who means it
Trust me. He ain't lying
I don't give a f*ck who's the realest

[Verse 3: Scotty Stacks]
Man are kamikaze rapping in Armani
Loving my f*cking money more than Danny loves Carley
True Religion I'm piffin' in my Cavalli
And all these different women are coming past me
Never chilling until i be whipping in a Ferrari
Little horse on my chest and one on my car key
You might hear son, that i clear funds
So my white air ones looking brighter than you charlie
I'm brighter than your sparkie hood caterer
Ain't gotta Danny 'bout Graft i'm not a labourer
Couldn't buy your missus dinner so you're plating her
Jolly up in favourite chicken all on a date with her
Rich forever b*tch f*ck being broke
Made my first six bills spent a monkey on a coat
Bruddas talking 'bout there ain't a need for it
Saying f*ck swag 'cause you ain't got the pea for it
[Chorus: Scotty Stacks & Jonny Dutch]
One pair of jeans for every day of the week
Roley and my Stoney and my jacket's C.P
And when you want to get a load you see me for it
Saying f*ck swag 'cause you ain't got the pea for it
It's 'cause you ain't got the pea for it
Saying f*ck swag 'cause you ain't got the pea for it
Trust me. He ain't lying
Both you man need to leave it