Swervey
Now you don't want my big body swerving up in your lane
Swerving up in your lane, swerving up in your lane
You don't want my big body swerving up in your lane
Swerving up in your lane, swerving up in your.
Hold up, wait a minute, run it back
Sunk into my seat im on my lumber jack red n black
Thinkin bout the money with the music
Give me some of that
I promise I can probably change my ways
if you promise all this knockin plenty of plays
an you promise all my pockets plenty of pay
And you promise that my profit never go stray
My big body might swerve in your lane
Auto-tune, "I'm a drip im a stain"
Typhoon of sauce drip on the stank
Typhoon of sauce drip with the paint
Typhoon of sauce drip with the fit
Typhoon of sauce drip on the leg
And the pussy wet like a typhoon
an she put it on me I ain't have to beg
I ain't have to beg, I ain't have to beg
I ain't have to beg, I ain't have to beg
I ain't have to beg, hold up...
I pull up n park it up at the crib where you livin
An need the money within the minute he meant it dont misinterpret
Any message I can mush inside this sentence uh,
Bet i be comin in rippin listen never should you push
Me in the corner that's a hell of a position
Get to shooting like the movies on the tel-lelelela vision
It get griddy in my city anybody could be enemy
Every minute was finicky, minute by minute
Falling apart, I panic and punch it
And push the pedal to metal, switch lanes?
shit id rather put this metal to ya mental or wet em up in the rental.
Hold up, wait a minute, god damn, that boy stank
He a nuisance the new shit a bomb no, a nuke no its nasty its
Puke, hell no I don't spit I go poop in the booth
I shit on these rappers while high like parachutes n moon boots
You gon need sailor suits lagoon troops, to knock me off of my wave
To knock me off of my route
And never could you pry me stray from my roots
If anybody's listening, I LOST myself to find you
And beautiful lies won't hide truth
Thats all i wrote...
You don't want my big body swerving up in your lane no
Swerving up in your lane no, swerving up in your lane no
You don't want my big body swerving up in your lane no
Swerving up in your lane no, swerving up in your lane NO
Swerving up in your lane, swerving up in your lane
You don't want my big body swerving up in your lane
Swerving up in your lane, swerving up in your.
Hold up, wait a minute, run it back
Sunk into my seat im on my lumber jack red n black
Thinkin bout the money with the music
Give me some of that
I promise I can probably change my ways
if you promise all this knockin plenty of plays
an you promise all my pockets plenty of pay
And you promise that my profit never go stray
My big body might swerve in your lane
Auto-tune, "I'm a drip im a stain"
Typhoon of sauce drip on the stank
Typhoon of sauce drip with the paint
Typhoon of sauce drip with the fit
Typhoon of sauce drip on the leg
And the pussy wet like a typhoon
an she put it on me I ain't have to beg
I ain't have to beg, I ain't have to beg
I ain't have to beg, I ain't have to beg
I ain't have to beg, hold up...
I pull up n park it up at the crib where you livin
An need the money within the minute he meant it dont misinterpret
Any message I can mush inside this sentence uh,
Bet i be comin in rippin listen never should you push
Me in the corner that's a hell of a position
Get to shooting like the movies on the tel-lelelela vision
It get griddy in my city anybody could be enemy
Every minute was finicky, minute by minute
Falling apart, I panic and punch it
And push the pedal to metal, switch lanes?
shit id rather put this metal to ya mental or wet em up in the rental.
Hold up, wait a minute, god damn, that boy stank
He a nuisance the new shit a bomb no, a nuke no its nasty its
Puke, hell no I don't spit I go poop in the booth
I shit on these rappers while high like parachutes n moon boots
You gon need sailor suits lagoon troops, to knock me off of my wave
To knock me off of my route
And never could you pry me stray from my roots
If anybody's listening, I LOST myself to find you
And beautiful lies won't hide truth
Thats all i wrote...
You don't want my big body swerving up in your lane no
Swerving up in your lane no, swerving up in your lane no
You don't want my big body swerving up in your lane no
Swerving up in your lane no, swerving up in your lane NO
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Hepler
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