Kershaw

Brought em in' shawty waiting with her homies
Four five baddies in the kitchen making brownies
I sway I swerve I sway I swerve
I'm on the curb, you got nerve
I sway I swerve, I sway I swerve
You got some nerve you on the curb
I sway I swerve I sway I swerve
I'm on the curb you got nerve
I sway I swerve, I sway I swerve
You got some nerve you on the curb (Yeah)

Yeah I'm throwing you a curve like Kershaw
I'ma kick you to the curb like dirt bruh
You don't even know about half the shit I do
Let alone what I make take your girl on a date
Yeah you ain't even awake got a lot on my plate
I ain't talking bout steak when I put it in her face
Got coke and marijuana already know she wanna
She be my Rihanna I'm Tony Montana
Gucci shades I flaunt em'
Pour it in my Fanta
Balmains on me drippin' red bottoms
I wore em' once now I don't even want em'
Oh thats your girl? I don't even want her

I sway I swerve I sway I swerve
I'm on the curb, you got nerve
I sway I swerve, I sway I swerve
You got some nerve you on the curb
I sway I swerve I sway I swerve
I'm on the curb you got nerve
I sway I swerve, I sway I swerve
You got some nerve you on the curb



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Writer(s): Anthony John Foté
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