Swervin'
I got 'em nervous
(Ayy, Devin, pipe it up)

Swervin' (Swervin')
When I cruise around the city off the drink, I got 'em nervous
Two-tone, double R, big wrist
it come with curtains (With curtains)
Even since I got a bag, I seen 'em hurtin' (Yeah, they hurtin')
If they talkin' out they neck
I'll leave 'em nervous (Yeah, they nervous)
I'ma die by my respect, 'cause bitch, I earned it (I earned it)
Stuff the Zaza in a blunt, we smoke it all, we burn it
I need me Rihanna, I'll buy her the Gucci, the Louis, the Prada
Flow is my number one shotta, my brother, my monster
He will kill for a dollar

Double cup, bitch, I'm sippin' on codeine
I'm the topic, so they watchin' closely
Windows tinted, my whips sit on 4 G's
Got my gat in this bitch, keep it lowkey
Eighth in the blunt, bitch, I'm smokin' on Dodie
I'm in love with the guap and my pole-y
In the 'telly got bottles and bitches for surely
They in here givin' bro dome-y
Fly as up it and blast it
Roll up the opps and we smoke 'em to ashes
I know they want to see me in a casket
I was shootin', I ain't see a basket
Mama told me, "Gotta take every shot"
So, that's what I did
I was just goin' for wins, fuck it, might cut off my friends
'Cause niggas actin' weird, I can't slip up, not again
Jayo spent time in that pen
He say he can't go back again, but he step out with his Fn
If a nigga say hands up then, bro, go find a end
'Cause he really droppin' niggas, really poppin' niggas
Got a lotta choppas, get to choppin' niggas
Only conversate about the guala, nigga
No cap, 'cause I got racks, yeah

Swervin' (Swervin')
When I cruise around the city off the drink, I got 'em nervous
Two-tone, double R, big wrist
it come with curtains (With curtains)
Even since I got a bag
I seen 'em hurtin' (Yeah, they hurtin')
If they talkin' out they neck
I'll leave 'em nervous (Yeah, they nervous)
I'ma die by my respect, 'cause bitch, I earned it (I earned it)
Stuff the Zaza in a blunt, we smoke it all, we burn it
I need me Rihanna, I'll buy her the Gucci, the Louis, the Prada
Flow is my number one shotta, my brother, my monster
He will kill for a dollar

I'm done with the bullshit
I'll take this shit all the way up to the top
Took too many Perc-ys, I'm drivin' in slow-mo, I hope I don't die
I'm smokin' on gary, that paintin' is movin', I think I'm too high
Two-tone my watch, new phone is hot
Won't leave the house to just show out an outfit
I walk out, to get me me a check
I want the chains on my neck
to be heavy as fuck with all golden baguettes
You're little brother just text
you be cappin' your rap is a about, you in debt
Look with some people, who do with some clout
I'ma sit back and chill off my meds

This pain been had me hurtin'
Off the drink I'm swervin'
My mind just got the lurkin'
I think I better dead