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
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