Swerve
Timothy Scott
Pull up, pull out, smash out, swerve
Show up, show out, spin out, swerve
Blue lights, red light, I might, swerve
Money bag, money bag, drive fast, swerve
I had to swerve, I had to swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
I had to swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Doin' tha dash, even ridin' tha pass, dat money come fast, yeah
My life is a flash, she shakin' her ass, right in my face, yeah
She said I look good and she wanna taste, my life is a race, yeah
And I am first place, I'm eatin' so good, I'm sayin' my grace, yeah
God is good, God is great, I'm in tha V8, yeah
Get tha fuck out my way, dey ridin' tha wave, dat I pave, yeah
Hop out tha whip, go get my chips, then I ain't dip, yeah
She flexed on me then, but she fuck wit me now, cause I'm the shit, yeah
Young and I'm black, never look back, stackin' dem stacks, yeah
Pull up and mack, what, take off the hat, yeah
Young and I'm black, stackin' dem stacks, this car don't go back
This ride is dope, I'm whippin' that crack, yeah
Pull up, pull out, smash out, swerve
Show up, show out, spin out, swerve
Blue lights, red light, I might, swerve
Money bag, money bag, drive fast, swerve
I had to swerve, I had to swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
I had to swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Life of tha party, pull up in a Rari, I'm ridin' in shawty, yeah
Leave wit a shawty, she all on my body, and plus she a hottie, yeah
My haters could see me, my windows ain't tinted, I'm puffin' dat spinach, yeah
Celebratin' like Rick, I'm lit like a Bic, my diamonds are sick, yay
Tank is on F, I'm ballin' ask ref, swervin' left, hey
I'm servin' bright
Trappin' all night
Stackin' my money in heights
Picture me rollin', no cops patrollin'
But I ain't worried, got a bad bitch with me
And a bag of dat sticky and my driver's license with me
Get my guns from tha country, dope from tha city
Money be callin', like, hurry up, come and get me
Pedal to tha floor, I be gone in a jiffy
It ain't St. Patrick's Day, but she show me her titties
I got all dis green on me, hundred, twenty, fifties
Zero to sixty, real quick, gone in a minute
I just ran a bag up, forgot how much I'm spendin'
Pull up, pull out, smash out, swerve
Show up, show out, spin out, swerve
Blue lights, red light, I might, swerve
Money bag, money bag, drive fast, swerve
I had to swerve, I had to swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
I had to swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Pull up, pull out, smash out, swerve
Show up, show out, spin out, swerve
Blue lights, red light, I might, swerve
Money bag, money bag, drive fast, swerve
I had to swerve, I had to swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
I had to swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Doin' tha dash, even ridin' tha pass, dat money come fast, yeah
My life is a flash, she shakin' her ass, right in my face, yeah
She said I look good and she wanna taste, my life is a race, yeah
And I am first place, I'm eatin' so good, I'm sayin' my grace, yeah
God is good, God is great, I'm in tha V8, yeah
Get tha fuck out my way, dey ridin' tha wave, dat I pave, yeah
Hop out tha whip, go get my chips, then I ain't dip, yeah
She flexed on me then, but she fuck wit me now, cause I'm the shit, yeah
Young and I'm black, never look back, stackin' dem stacks, yeah
Pull up and mack, what, take off the hat, yeah
Young and I'm black, stackin' dem stacks, this car don't go back
This ride is dope, I'm whippin' that crack, yeah
Pull up, pull out, smash out, swerve
Show up, show out, spin out, swerve
Blue lights, red light, I might, swerve
Money bag, money bag, drive fast, swerve
I had to swerve, I had to swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
I had to swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Life of tha party, pull up in a Rari, I'm ridin' in shawty, yeah
Leave wit a shawty, she all on my body, and plus she a hottie, yeah
My haters could see me, my windows ain't tinted, I'm puffin' dat spinach, yeah
Celebratin' like Rick, I'm lit like a Bic, my diamonds are sick, yay
Tank is on F, I'm ballin' ask ref, swervin' left, hey
I'm servin' bright
Trappin' all night
Stackin' my money in heights
Picture me rollin', no cops patrollin'
But I ain't worried, got a bad bitch with me
And a bag of dat sticky and my driver's license with me
Get my guns from tha country, dope from tha city
Money be callin', like, hurry up, come and get me
Pedal to tha floor, I be gone in a jiffy
It ain't St. Patrick's Day, but she show me her titties
I got all dis green on me, hundred, twenty, fifties
Zero to sixty, real quick, gone in a minute
I just ran a bag up, forgot how much I'm spendin'
Pull up, pull out, smash out, swerve
Show up, show out, spin out, swerve
Blue lights, red light, I might, swerve
Money bag, money bag, drive fast, swerve
I had to swerve, I had to swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
I had to swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
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Writer(s): Timothy Scott
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