Swerve
It's not a trombone, it's a gold Draco
I've been movin' blocks like a damn Lego
Spin John Lynch on a watch, yeah
Lynch stock in front of my socks, yeah
Double cup of filling with guac, yeah
Mixed prometh in my popper, yeah
Some holly bitch suckin' my copper, yeah
She swallow my babies, no bopper, yeah
Hit 'em up and put 'em on Fox, yeah
Purge, keep two Glocks, yeah
Word, send 'em the drop, yeah
Swerve, that ain't no talk, yeah
I turn up and cover my broad, yeah
I treat the level like a Dodge, yeah
Put on the mask, put on the tank
Put on the gas, yeah, whoo
Pass a bitch off like Nash, yeah
500 hoes and slash, yeah
I shop in Dior for fashion
Rolls-Royce, still on a maskin'
The top of my fist got glass, yeah
Take your bike, yeah
Stall 'em out, yeah
Roll the dice, I bet a large amount, yeah
Don't cross that line, I keep a stick like Chug Mast
Swans is dancin', diamonds white, Marilyn Manson
Don't fuck with no pinches
I came out the trench with the Glock in my breeches
Leave a hickey on my dicky, white Vicky
Keep it glizzy, I can't go out like Ricky
Fuckin' in my white, yeah
Triple polluter, Sprite, please
Coco Chanel, I want iced tea, yep
Isococci, Clyde Christian, my IG
Chrome heart on my biker jeans
Don't play with me, please, let me squeeze
Pour blood in Lebanese
Carpet marks on her knees, yeah
Ayy, what you whippin'? Porsche
Do you be sippin'? Of course
Boom in that Yale, huh
Shop at Rodeo, huh
White polish on your nails, huh
You fuckin' with a player, huh
Goyard, trench coat, excuse me
Forty vibes on a big boat, excuse me
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up
Two-stop phone, keep it doubled up
Mason Margiela's my button-up
All you see is red when my feet up
Your bitch is a curiosity, tell me something
I push on that one when I'm feelin' her
When I hop in that Jag, I'm leavin' her
Can't go outside, keep it Neenah
Swerve, yeah
Swerve, yeah
I keep ten bitches
I got white bitches
I got black bitches
I got yellow bitches
I got red bitches
I got orange bitches
I got blue bitches
I got green bitches
I got three bitches
Yeah, nah, I got different bitches everywhere you dig
Nah, for real
Shit gettin' tricky
Shit gettin' tricky out here, man
For real, I'm crazy
Who care? Hold up, hold up
I ain't done, for real
I crashed a Wraith to a palm tree
I hop on the jet with that gun
30 and a nine, I ain't fearin' none
She jump like white on my nine
She got some exotic shit from Milan
Swerve, yeah
Swerve, yeah
I've been movin' blocks like a damn Lego
Spin John Lynch on a watch, yeah
Lynch stock in front of my socks, yeah
Double cup of filling with guac, yeah
Mixed prometh in my popper, yeah
Some holly bitch suckin' my copper, yeah
She swallow my babies, no bopper, yeah
Hit 'em up and put 'em on Fox, yeah
Purge, keep two Glocks, yeah
Word, send 'em the drop, yeah
Swerve, that ain't no talk, yeah
I turn up and cover my broad, yeah
I treat the level like a Dodge, yeah
Put on the mask, put on the tank
Put on the gas, yeah, whoo
Pass a bitch off like Nash, yeah
500 hoes and slash, yeah
I shop in Dior for fashion
Rolls-Royce, still on a maskin'
The top of my fist got glass, yeah
Take your bike, yeah
Stall 'em out, yeah
Roll the dice, I bet a large amount, yeah
Don't cross that line, I keep a stick like Chug Mast
Swans is dancin', diamonds white, Marilyn Manson
Don't fuck with no pinches
I came out the trench with the Glock in my breeches
Leave a hickey on my dicky, white Vicky
Keep it glizzy, I can't go out like Ricky
Fuckin' in my white, yeah
Triple polluter, Sprite, please
Coco Chanel, I want iced tea, yep
Isococci, Clyde Christian, my IG
Chrome heart on my biker jeans
Don't play with me, please, let me squeeze
Pour blood in Lebanese
Carpet marks on her knees, yeah
Ayy, what you whippin'? Porsche
Do you be sippin'? Of course
Boom in that Yale, huh
Shop at Rodeo, huh
White polish on your nails, huh
You fuckin' with a player, huh
Goyard, trench coat, excuse me
Forty vibes on a big boat, excuse me
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up
Two-stop phone, keep it doubled up
Mason Margiela's my button-up
All you see is red when my feet up
Your bitch is a curiosity, tell me something
I push on that one when I'm feelin' her
When I hop in that Jag, I'm leavin' her
Can't go outside, keep it Neenah
Swerve, yeah
Swerve, yeah
I keep ten bitches
I got white bitches
I got black bitches
I got yellow bitches
I got red bitches
I got orange bitches
I got blue bitches
I got green bitches
I got three bitches
Yeah, nah, I got different bitches everywhere you dig
Nah, for real
Shit gettin' tricky
Shit gettin' tricky out here, man
For real, I'm crazy
Who care? Hold up, hold up
I ain't done, for real
I crashed a Wraith to a palm tree
I hop on the jet with that gun
30 and a nine, I ain't fearin' none
She jump like white on my nine
She got some exotic shit from Milan
Swerve, yeah
Swerve, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Martell Smith-williams, Vladimir Grishin, Philipp Lindworsky
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