Swerve
I can't even lie, most y'all lil bitches
Yeah most y'all lil bitches y'all get on my nerves
I hit the block an I go grab the tech
An I go grab the bro cause we hitting a swerve
My lil bitch say she finna ride for me
If 12 get behind me the Glock in her purse
He talking tough now he can't even talk
Ay lil bro yeah you know that he up on a shirt
Riding thru the city make a hoe mad
Bro keep playin he get a toe tag
12 get behind me I go fast
Been runnin shit boy you know that
Ain't smokin mid boy we smoking that loud
Creep through the back you ain hearing a sound
Jump in the water that boy he might drown
I be throwin this heat I ain even on the mound
Ay, call lil bro cause that bro he be staining
I pop out I leave yo ass right on the pavement
Slide thru the east tryna get me a payment
No I ain't no rat I ain't writing no statement
I f*ck with a bitch then she bad she ain't basic
I roll a 3.5 to the face now I'm faded
Smokin og you can tell by the fragrance
Boy if I keep grinding I know Ima make it
I'm spittin bars I don't think that they listenin
White boy on the mic I ain't Eminem
Why y'all lil bitches be actin so feminine
I swish the shot in this bitch while you rimming it
All the shit that I got get you right now
Ay I slide in the dark like a night owl
Hit the block then we turning the lights out
Cock it back then we blowin the pipes down
Yeah most y'all lil bitches y'all get on my nerves
I hit the block an I go grab the tech
An I go grab the bro cause we hitting a swerve
My lil bitch say she finna ride for me
If 12 get behind me the Glock in her purse
He talking tough now he can't even talk
Ay lil bro yeah you know that he up on a shirt
Riding thru the city make a hoe mad
Bro keep playin he get a toe tag
12 get behind me I go fast
Been runnin shit boy you know that
Ain't smokin mid boy we smoking that loud
Creep through the back you ain hearing a sound
Jump in the water that boy he might drown
I be throwin this heat I ain even on the mound
Ay, call lil bro cause that bro he be staining
I pop out I leave yo ass right on the pavement
Slide thru the east tryna get me a payment
No I ain't no rat I ain't writing no statement
I f*ck with a bitch then she bad she ain't basic
I roll a 3.5 to the face now I'm faded
Smokin og you can tell by the fragrance
Boy if I keep grinding I know Ima make it
I'm spittin bars I don't think that they listenin
White boy on the mic I ain't Eminem
Why y'all lil bitches be actin so feminine
I swish the shot in this bitch while you rimming it
All the shit that I got get you right now
Ay I slide in the dark like a night owl
Hit the block then we turning the lights out
Cock it back then we blowin the pipes down
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Writer(s): Eric Tillery
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