[Lyric] Affiliated (A.G. SWAMP)

Affiliated

All my young niggas in that trap still

You need a Q give me a few and Ima send it back sealed



I order plays like Mickey D's

But this a different mac meal

You disrespect the family

Believe you get yo cap pealed



Lost some loved ones at a early age

So it’s that real
You ever put out more than you receive

You know how that feel



Never signed a deal but I'm still thumbing through a backend

Feel like I been ducking death

Been sleeping with this FN



Marble floors

And models hoes

That swallow loads that's common tho



She say she ain’t with the shits

If she ain't fuckin
Adios



These niggas got that hate up in they blood

That's a common cold

You the type of sucka that be talking business

Around these hoes



I ain't fuckin with u nomore

If you showed your hand before

Done put up with a lot of shit

But certain things I can't ignore



Tally marking oppositions
I can't even keep the score

Local nigga but I'm out here fucking with this singer whore



Now she rolling with a winner

Told her that I peep the glow

Toxic when she zesty

She call me to come and beat it slow



Think she love them bands in my pants

Shit can't even fold

Fuck the industry

We still hittin licks

Rich or poor







If you playing both sides

You gon get your folks fried

If you ever mark the code

You might get a boat ride



I remember selling dope

Back when Berg was dunk ryder

Now I got a label

Swamp records

The empire



Still road running

Ripping threads off the tires

If a nigga said that I was pussy

He a liar



Put them bands up on yo ass

I’ll have my youngins line ya

AG SWAMP I’m in the bitch

You know that boy on fire





Bitch I ain't no role model

Got remix in this double cup

Been grinding for three days straight

Yeah I done see the sun come up



Before my nigga Andrew died

He told me go and run it up

Plotting on a Bentley truck

I’m tryna fuck the summer up



You hungry for a 360

You sign the line

You dumb as fuck



Rather be my own boss

Before a label set me up

We came up now we gon floss

What the fuck the about to tell me now



Made a gamble at my own cost

Tell these niggas stop that selling out





Young nigga popping shit

Always knew that I be rich

Had this vision since a jit

So I had to make a switch



Mama said I need to chill

But I'm trying to go legit

Flood that watch on my wrist

For every stone that's a brick





If you playing both sides

You gon get your folks fried

If you ever mark the code

You might get a boat ride



I remember selling dope

Back when Berg was dunk ryder

Now I got a label

Swamp records

The empire



Still road running

Ripping threads off the tires

If a nigga said that I was pussy

He a liar



Put them bands up on yo ass

I'll have my youngins line ya

AG SWAMP I’m in the bitch

You know that boy on fire