SWERVE
Don't tell me that you miss me
Then you went to switch with other niggas
I can't fuck with bitches
They we be sayin they bussin triggers
I can't fuck with fake hoes
Talkin bout you Vanessa
Don't hit up my phone
I already fucked Janessa
If you gotta problem with it
You can say it to my face
All my niggas got straps
Yeah, we finna spray
Hit you in the brain
Yeah, we catch a case
Sellin all the dope
Yeah, makin sure it's laced
Swerve, Swerve, Swerve
In a new mercedes'
Fuckin on yo bitch she gon have my babies
I'm feelin hazy
I'm feelin lazy
All my niggas got guns
Yeah, we gettin ready
Gra, Gra, Gra
Straight to yo dome
Everybody know i'm the king of my own
Everybody know i'm the king of my throne
Kick back, Kick back
Yeah, we gotta run it back
Step back, Aim that
Throw it like a quarter back
Rip that, Break that
Break her heart like a Kit Kat
Back that, Back that
She already know I like that
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
She said I was bad like Micheal Jackson
I'm way too smooth
Call me Ander Packson
Yeah, ima run this shit like im Andrew Jackson
I'm working to hard
This gon be a classic
Yeah
Swerve, Swerve, Swerve
All the way too the bank, yeah
Countin all my money I ain't talkin bout no chase
I ain't gon let it get to me anyway
I'm just makin music in a new wave
She already know i'm a rockstar
Just like JR, I'm a whole Glock-Star
Just like Drake, Yeah. I'm a whole Pop-Star
If a bitch try to get to me
I'm gonna break apart
Don't tell me that you miss me
Then you went to switch with other niggas
I can't fuck with bitches
They we be sayin they bussin triggers
I can't fuck with fake hoes
Talkin bout you Vanessa
Don't hit up my phone
I already fucked Janessa
If you gotta problem with it
You can say it to my face
All my niggas got straps
Yeah, we finna spray
Hit you in the brain
Yeah, we catch a case
Sellin all the dope
Yeah, makin sure it's laced
Don't tell me that you miss me
Then you went to switch with other niggas
I can't fuck with bitches
They we be sayin they bussin triggers
I can't fuck with fake hoes
Talkin bout you Vanessa
Don't hit up my phone
I already fucked Janessa
If you gotta problem with it
You can say it to my face
All my niggas got straps
Yeah, we finna spray
Hit you in the brain
Yeah, we catch a case
Then you went to switch with other niggas
I can't fuck with bitches
They we be sayin they bussin triggers
I can't fuck with fake hoes
Talkin bout you Vanessa
Don't hit up my phone
I already fucked Janessa
If you gotta problem with it
You can say it to my face
All my niggas got straps
Yeah, we finna spray
Hit you in the brain
Yeah, we catch a case
Sellin all the dope
Yeah, makin sure it's laced
Swerve, Swerve, Swerve
In a new mercedes'
Fuckin on yo bitch she gon have my babies
I'm feelin hazy
I'm feelin lazy
All my niggas got guns
Yeah, we gettin ready
Gra, Gra, Gra
Straight to yo dome
Everybody know i'm the king of my own
Everybody know i'm the king of my throne
Kick back, Kick back
Yeah, we gotta run it back
Step back, Aim that
Throw it like a quarter back
Rip that, Break that
Break her heart like a Kit Kat
Back that, Back that
She already know I like that
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
She said I was bad like Micheal Jackson
I'm way too smooth
Call me Ander Packson
Yeah, ima run this shit like im Andrew Jackson
I'm working to hard
This gon be a classic
Yeah
Swerve, Swerve, Swerve
All the way too the bank, yeah
Countin all my money I ain't talkin bout no chase
I ain't gon let it get to me anyway
I'm just makin music in a new wave
She already know i'm a rockstar
Just like JR, I'm a whole Glock-Star
Just like Drake, Yeah. I'm a whole Pop-Star
If a bitch try to get to me
I'm gonna break apart
Don't tell me that you miss me
Then you went to switch with other niggas
I can't fuck with bitches
They we be sayin they bussin triggers
I can't fuck with fake hoes
Talkin bout you Vanessa
Don't hit up my phone
I already fucked Janessa
If you gotta problem with it
You can say it to my face
All my niggas got straps
Yeah, we finna spray
Hit you in the brain
Yeah, we catch a case
Sellin all the dope
Yeah, makin sure it's laced
Don't tell me that you miss me
Then you went to switch with other niggas
I can't fuck with bitches
They we be sayin they bussin triggers
I can't fuck with fake hoes
Talkin bout you Vanessa
Don't hit up my phone
I already fucked Janessa
If you gotta problem with it
You can say it to my face
All my niggas got straps
Yeah, we finna spray
Hit you in the brain
Yeah, we catch a case
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Writer(s): Nathaniel Varela
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