[Intro]
Phew, phew
Yeah, ha
Yeah, ha
Yeah, ha
Yeah, ha
Ha, phew
Ha, chyeah

[Chorus]
I'm mad, berserk
I swag, I surf
Too bad, for certain
Two bands for my shirt
New baddie, she perfect
New bag and she want it
I'm mad, berserk
I swag, I surf (Phew)
(Ha, ha, yeah, ha)

[Verse]
Went to sleep fresh in a coffin, woke up and I went shoppin'
Put all my clothes alphabetical order, I got so many options (Chyeah)
On Monday, I'm rockin' Armani briefs, on Sunday, Alexander the office
I had to sit down with the team at McQueen and they tellin' me I'm rockin' it properly (True storiеs)
I step on them, they can't rеst (True stories)
They tellin' me take this check (True stories)
28 carats in the back of my mouth 'cause I really been tryna say less (Less)
28 carats on four rings and I got an Audi on my chest (Yeah)
I'm too swagged out, tell your boyfriend he ain't your boyfriend, he's your ex
I'm swaggin', I'm surfin', I'm goin' berserk like post-traumatic stress
(Ha, chyeah, ha, chyeah)
[Chorus]
I'm mad, berserk
I swag, I surf (Phew)
Too bad, for certain
Two bands for my shirt
New baddie, she perfect
New bag and she want it

[Outro]
Ha, huh? Ha, chyeah, ha
Too swagged might not even do the next— (Huh, oh my)
Too swagged might not even do the next verse