Swervin'

Came in with the glock, got that weed in my sock
Get carried away, yeah three a.m. you'll hear a knock
Gas I'm blowin trees, not no other drugs I need
Rock expensive pieces, whole closet worth so much green

Met her at Bally's, she couldn't keep her eyes off the drip
So I brought her to the strip, and gas we smoked a lot of it
Popped a perky, copped a zip
Went to bros and made a flip
Yeah got so much money you couldn't even reach the top of it

And bitch we gon stunt
Yeah that boy do alotta frontin
And I hate to be blunt
Yeah but you really need some money

Yeah you really need some money
And that ain't nothin funny
Bitch you look a lil bummy
Keep that shit way away, yeah keep that shit from me

Codeine got me swervin all around the fast lane
Workin to the millions, can't keep suffering through this pain
She gimme dome, she thinkin girl usin that brain
Runnin up the paper, I don't care about the fame

Bitch wanna be together, but all these hoes the same
He said he for the team, but he really just a lame
You spend a check the same day you receive it what a shame
We savin up the racks, for a motha fuckin plane

Pop a bean, keep em in my jeans
Keep em handy like I'm mister clean
Grab some buds, yeah I'm talkin green
Light up that's how I get my protein

Double cup with lean, yeah what you mean
Keep em poured up, run like a machine
That girl think I'm mean, I'm just focused on the green
Worrying bout these hoes will turn you to a fiend

And you'll never get those days back
Keep you up all night wonderin what went off track
When you shoulda been focused on gettin that bag
Now you really got nothin that's real sad

Each day stuck wonderin if it can all come back
If that day you woulda just got her to unpack
Till you look on the dresser and see that stack
And all the blessings you received after, yeah she wack

Codeine got me swervin all around the fast lane
Workin to the millions, can't keep suffering through this pain
She gimme dome, she thinkin girl usin that brain
Runnin up the paper, I don't care about the fame

Bitch wanna be together, but all these hoes the same
He said he for the team, but he really just a lame
You spend a check the same day you receive it what a shame
We savin up the racks, for a motha fuckin plane



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Writer(s): Sydney Colaw
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