Swervin'
Swervin like cursive these niggas dont work like us
I got the drive and the skill just to service up
Little bit litty this shit got me slurring up
Been a minute since I pour me the syrup up
You cannot convince em these niggas then heard of us
Hiding they fakeness I open the curtains up
Just kill em for switching most niggas is bitches
Right outta your spirit right out your position
Coming Up a renegade and I know the better days coming Nigga really gotta go
Up to a level where them niggas gonna hate and they Never really ever seen before
Hit it from the back gotta hit it with a slap
And she loving all the way a nigga stroke
She was amazing like grace Til invading my space
I don't play like a date that gone make up a case
No talking ass up face in the pillow case
He sold me some sour It wasn't that great
I'm on that fredo bang and bussin that gates
And beezy just sent me some shit now i'm laced
I'm on your ass think I'm sweet like a cake
Fuck on your bitty I skeet in her face
Rolling up a thoink I dont get the point
What you niggas doing Gotta Get the coins
Run up get to ducking leave them niggas shook
Run up in the night like a nigga suge
Rolling grabba leafs I dont like the woods
Private type of nigga never understood
This was off the top I don't got a hook
Blessings all around I just start to look
They don't understand niggas overlook
Need 100 bands put it on the book
I got the drive and the skill just to service up
Little bit litty this shit got me slurring up
Been a minute since I pour me the syrup up
You cannot convince em these niggas then heard of us
Hiding they fakeness I open the curtains up
Just kill em for switching most niggas is bitches
Right outta your spirit right out your position
Coming Up a renegade and I know the better days coming Nigga really gotta go
Up to a level where them niggas gonna hate and they Never really ever seen before
Hit it from the back gotta hit it with a slap
And she loving all the way a nigga stroke
She was amazing like grace Til invading my space
I don't play like a date that gone make up a case
No talking ass up face in the pillow case
He sold me some sour It wasn't that great
I'm on that fredo bang and bussin that gates
And beezy just sent me some shit now i'm laced
I'm on your ass think I'm sweet like a cake
Fuck on your bitty I skeet in her face
Rolling up a thoink I dont get the point
What you niggas doing Gotta Get the coins
Run up get to ducking leave them niggas shook
Run up in the night like a nigga suge
Rolling grabba leafs I dont like the woods
Private type of nigga never understood
This was off the top I don't got a hook
Blessings all around I just start to look
They don't understand niggas overlook
Need 100 bands put it on the book
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Writer(s): Najee Freckleton
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