Swerved Again (feat. Lazy)
He can't see inside my tint, five percent, I greened again
Got me high up in the sky, Imma spark this blunt soons I land
Glock so black, it got a tan
Fuck a dap nigga I ain't ya friend
Dozing off, I can't get caught, I forgot I swerved again
Think u slick I know you bluffing
Why you lying on me for nothing
You can have that hoe, she got temptations feel like David Ruffin
Cut her off, she can't trusted
Acting boujee, know you musty
Ask what's inside my cup, I say Kool-aid or I say Robutissin
Niggas know I ain't drinking bubbly
Just woke up I'm kinda grumpy
She a cool lil bitch, I really hate she ugly
Niggas know I'm getting money
Bad built, she kinda funny
But she think I'm fine as hell, say I look like Ted Bundy
Fuck that boy he ain't ya cousin
She call me bae, I hit the dougie
Different color pills inside my bag, they look like the Teletubbies
I got guns inside the dungeon
Hit the gas, know I'm running
He got hit with a hit stick, know that boy steady fumbling
He can't see inside my tint, five percent, I greened again
Got me high up in the sky, Imma spark this blunt soons I land
Glock so black, it got a tan
Fuck a dap nigga I ain't ya friend
Dozing off, I can't get caught, I forgot I swerved again
I forgot I swerved again, I forgot I swerved again, I forgot I swerved again, we almost crashed the van
I forgot I swerved again, I forgot I swerved again, I forgot I swerved again, we almost fucking crashed the van
I forgot I swerved again
We went back in we killed ya twin
Ain't no arguing up on the beat, we go back in and stomp ya man
Catch nigga ass lackin, dead
I don't give a fuck about how you feel
If I gotta go to the feds, Imma have fun on the field
In the yard whipping the dog
Nigga playing these type of games
Ain't no arguing with no nigga, your babymomma boyfriend a lame
In the streets he wanna play, he gonna die just for his fame
I ain't tripping about a bitch, she want some money? Go hit the blade
I ain't tripping bout no bitch, want some money? Go hit the blade
All my niggas they got k's
Everybody box shit for days
Everybody got old school Ray's
Everybody still up on the blade
Got a nasty, freaky, old bitch and she still like to make plays
He can't see inside my tint, five percent, I greened again
Got me high up in the sky, Imma spark this blunt soons I land
Glock so black, it got a tan
Fuck a dap nigga I ain't ya friend
Dozing off, I can't get caught, I forgot I swerved again
Got me high up in the sky, Imma spark this blunt soons I land
Glock so black, it got a tan
Fuck a dap nigga I ain't ya friend
Dozing off, I can't get caught, I forgot I swerved again
Think u slick I know you bluffing
Why you lying on me for nothing
You can have that hoe, she got temptations feel like David Ruffin
Cut her off, she can't trusted
Acting boujee, know you musty
Ask what's inside my cup, I say Kool-aid or I say Robutissin
Niggas know I ain't drinking bubbly
Just woke up I'm kinda grumpy
She a cool lil bitch, I really hate she ugly
Niggas know I'm getting money
Bad built, she kinda funny
But she think I'm fine as hell, say I look like Ted Bundy
Fuck that boy he ain't ya cousin
She call me bae, I hit the dougie
Different color pills inside my bag, they look like the Teletubbies
I got guns inside the dungeon
Hit the gas, know I'm running
He got hit with a hit stick, know that boy steady fumbling
He can't see inside my tint, five percent, I greened again
Got me high up in the sky, Imma spark this blunt soons I land
Glock so black, it got a tan
Fuck a dap nigga I ain't ya friend
Dozing off, I can't get caught, I forgot I swerved again
I forgot I swerved again, I forgot I swerved again, I forgot I swerved again, we almost crashed the van
I forgot I swerved again, I forgot I swerved again, I forgot I swerved again, we almost fucking crashed the van
I forgot I swerved again
We went back in we killed ya twin
Ain't no arguing up on the beat, we go back in and stomp ya man
Catch nigga ass lackin, dead
I don't give a fuck about how you feel
If I gotta go to the feds, Imma have fun on the field
In the yard whipping the dog
Nigga playing these type of games
Ain't no arguing with no nigga, your babymomma boyfriend a lame
In the streets he wanna play, he gonna die just for his fame
I ain't tripping about a bitch, she want some money? Go hit the blade
I ain't tripping bout no bitch, want some money? Go hit the blade
All my niggas they got k's
Everybody box shit for days
Everybody got old school Ray's
Everybody still up on the blade
Got a nasty, freaky, old bitch and she still like to make plays
He can't see inside my tint, five percent, I greened again
Got me high up in the sky, Imma spark this blunt soons I land
Glock so black, it got a tan
Fuck a dap nigga I ain't ya friend
Dozing off, I can't get caught, I forgot I swerved again
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Writer(s): $lim Fargo
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