SwerveTalk!
(Uhuh uh uh uh)
Kiss the curb wit it
Come on bitch, Das Swervetalk
We gon walk em down and leave in the dirt wit it
Make his mama cry, her son up on a shirt wit it
Kick flip on these bitches, yes I fucking skate wit it
You can hate hate up on a kid, I get some cash wit it
Stick up on my hip, you gon fucking dance wit
Run on a nigga, take his fucking chain wit it
Poppin out at night, and yes we took his bitch wit it
Gamble wit my life, I'm chasin in my chips wit it
Bitch I'm countin up all my chickens, yes I keep em in a coupe wit me
7.62 bullets hunt em down, you can't hide from us
They talkin on the net, while they bitches at a show wit us
We got sticks up in the back, come on nigga who want war wit us?
(Come one)
(Who want wat wit us?)
(Uhuh uh uh uh uh uh)
(Uhuh uh uh uh uh uh)
(Come on!)
(Uhaa uhuh uh uh)
(Uhuh uh uh uh uh uh)
Dis dat Swervetalk!
Come on bitch let's get it
All that cash I got... you won't fucking get it
Dis dat new swag... bitch come on and get it!
I got snipers on the roof, so bitch come on and get it
We got sticks up in the back, we Bruce Wayne wit it!
Snap his chain right up on live, bitch come on and get it
They keep flexin all dat money from they mama purse
Taliban shooters, they don't ask they just shoot first!
7 pistols all around me, nigga who want war wit us?
Zip em up just like a jacket, you can't play wit us
Make a fucking rack and drop a tape and then I double that
Build a fucking snowman outta money, go head talk to that
Kiss the curb wit it
Come on bitch, Das Swervetalk
We gon walk em down and leave in the dirt wit it
Make his mama cry, her son up on a shirt wit it
Kick flip on these bitches, yes I fucking skate wit it
You can hate hate up on a kid, I get some cash wit it
Stick up on my hip, you gon fucking dance wit
Run on a nigga, take his fucking chain wit it
Poppin out at night, and yes we took his bitch wit it
Gamble wit my life, I'm chasin in my chips wit it
Bitch I'm countin up all my chickens, yes I keep em in a coupe wit me
7.62 bullets hunt em down, you can't hide from us
They talkin on the net, while they bitches at a show wit us
We got sticks up in the back, come on nigga who want war wit us?
(Come one)
(Who want wat wit us?)
(Uhuh uh uh uh uh uh)
(Uhuh uh uh uh uh uh)
(Come on!)
(Uhaa uhuh uh uh)
(Uhuh uh uh uh uh uh)
Dis dat Swervetalk!
Come on bitch let's get it
All that cash I got... you won't fucking get it
Dis dat new swag... bitch come on and get it!
I got snipers on the roof, so bitch come on and get it
We got sticks up in the back, we Bruce Wayne wit it!
Snap his chain right up on live, bitch come on and get it
They keep flexin all dat money from they mama purse
Taliban shooters, they don't ask they just shoot first!
7 pistols all around me, nigga who want war wit us?
Zip em up just like a jacket, you can't play wit us
Make a fucking rack and drop a tape and then I double that
Build a fucking snowman outta money, go head talk to that
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Writer(s): Ofentse Mondlane
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