Swervin'
Pull up in a fast, in a skrr, oh my
Yeah my shawty loves cash
So you better don't try non (No, no)
Flip a couple bags, then I pull up in a jet
Got that millie on my check
Let it rain then she dance
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let it rain, let it rain
Yeah, in a Phantom
And a nigga swervin' lanes yeah
Yeah, shawty fell in love
And with the rubber bands, yeah
Niggas yeah they hatin' they can't understand us
On it for so long man forgot how it begun (Yuh)
The shit you calling labor to me is a lot of fun
Baby you can have whatever now that shit is done (Done)
Unlike before when I ain't have & had to run (Whoa)
Niggas trynna say that I'm full of the fake (Yuh)
Forgetting they same kids who ate off my plate, yeah
Whatever happened to hard work before play
The worst of my days just get to this place
I'm the same ain't the fame gone change me
My main like Popeyes without sides, you gravy
And still my only lady (Whoa)
So let me run you up a couple billies
Pull up in a fast, in a skrr, oh my
Yeah shawty loves cash
So you better don't try non (Whoa)
Flip a couple bags, then I pull up in a jet (Pull up in a jet)
Got a millie on my check
Let it rain and then she dance
Yeah yeah, ooh
Let it rain (Ooh)
Let it rain (Ooh)
Yeah, in a Phantom
And a nigga swervin' lanes yeah
Yeah, shawty fell in love
And with the rubber bands Yeah (Yuh)
Niggas yeah they hatin'
They can't understand us
You calling a stripper
My Ballerina
And she's Latina
Maria, running like a cheetah
Its that cocaína (No, no)
Cheater or wife beater
Never the idea (Oh)
Switching from wine vibes
To gold Tequila
Yeah, told you I'm the same
Ain't the fame gone change me
Haters everywhere neither scare nor faze me
I'ma be the teacher
You a student not my daughter
And lose your fucking mind
When I pull up in a fast, in a skrr, oh my (Aye)
Yeah my shawty loves cash
So you better don't try non (Better don't try non)
Flip a couple bags, then I pull up in a jet (Pulling up in a jet)
Got that millie on my check (Ooh)
Let it rain then she dance, yeah yeah yeah
Let it rain, let it rain
Yeah, in a Phantom
And a nigga swervin' lanes yeah
Yeah, shawty fell in love
And with the rubber bands (Yeah, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, niggas yeah they hatin'
They can't understand us
Yeah my shawty loves cash
So you better don't try non (No, no)
Flip a couple bags, then I pull up in a jet
Got that millie on my check
Let it rain then she dance
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let it rain, let it rain
Yeah, in a Phantom
And a nigga swervin' lanes yeah
Yeah, shawty fell in love
And with the rubber bands, yeah
Niggas yeah they hatin' they can't understand us
On it for so long man forgot how it begun (Yuh)
The shit you calling labor to me is a lot of fun
Baby you can have whatever now that shit is done (Done)
Unlike before when I ain't have & had to run (Whoa)
Niggas trynna say that I'm full of the fake (Yuh)
Forgetting they same kids who ate off my plate, yeah
Whatever happened to hard work before play
The worst of my days just get to this place
I'm the same ain't the fame gone change me
My main like Popeyes without sides, you gravy
And still my only lady (Whoa)
So let me run you up a couple billies
Pull up in a fast, in a skrr, oh my
Yeah shawty loves cash
So you better don't try non (Whoa)
Flip a couple bags, then I pull up in a jet (Pull up in a jet)
Got a millie on my check
Let it rain and then she dance
Yeah yeah, ooh
Let it rain (Ooh)
Let it rain (Ooh)
Yeah, in a Phantom
And a nigga swervin' lanes yeah
Yeah, shawty fell in love
And with the rubber bands Yeah (Yuh)
Niggas yeah they hatin'
They can't understand us
You calling a stripper
My Ballerina
And she's Latina
Maria, running like a cheetah
Its that cocaína (No, no)
Cheater or wife beater
Never the idea (Oh)
Switching from wine vibes
To gold Tequila
Yeah, told you I'm the same
Ain't the fame gone change me
Haters everywhere neither scare nor faze me
I'ma be the teacher
You a student not my daughter
And lose your fucking mind
When I pull up in a fast, in a skrr, oh my (Aye)
Yeah my shawty loves cash
So you better don't try non (Better don't try non)
Flip a couple bags, then I pull up in a jet (Pulling up in a jet)
Got that millie on my check (Ooh)
Let it rain then she dance, yeah yeah yeah
Let it rain, let it rain
Yeah, in a Phantom
And a nigga swervin' lanes yeah
Yeah, shawty fell in love
And with the rubber bands (Yeah, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, niggas yeah they hatin'
They can't understand us
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Coleman, Ossee Charpentier Bales
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