Lyrics:
swerving round the block but you be running round
Got me moving out of focus, who your man now
GD
We don’t bang but we connected like the GD
When I hit you
wanna have my babies
What the fuck, bitch what fuck
I ain't tryna cuff, big boobies she got double D cups
But I'm swerving, curving this bitch cause I'm
check cashin'
Hoe I'm bum bitch bashin'
Rockin' in all black I think I'm hash slinging slashing
Got me swerving up in traffic switching lanes but I ain't
in my whip then I'm swerving
Chasing down cash and I'm speeding
But I don't fast, always eating
Never changed, I got these hundreds
Smoke in my lungs
button start
To start swerving
Off where we
Ain't got no service
Certainly off something potent
Smoking cookies an sheribert
Her Throught process
Is
of favor like writing in cursive
No doubt, too direct, that's for certain
straight up, No bourbon, the game is swerving
I'm busting these shots, but I'm
she’s my ride or die
Loyal from the start
She the one that has my heart
Hop up in my car
No key, no it’s push the start
Swerving in & out
She gon always
so long I ain’t used to getting fucked over
That white range bitch fuck a Benz yeah it’s a rover
I don’t do Bacardi Swerving a Rarri I might just fuck
to all the streaming service
All free don’t caught sleep when beef occurring
In the street swerving in a Jeep Suburban
Always 3 versions of truth, dodging
but this shit not a game
(Huh)
Swerving I'm stuck in the lane
GMG MAFIA And I'm With The GANG
(Huh)
15000 on the chain
Left magic city and I made it
star nigga I'm popping
Beans like a fiend
And it's hard swerving off that lean
Nigga geeked up really a machine
Fuck a bad bitch fucking up her Weave
I
loaded
Swerving a foreign, they think that I took it
I just pulled out, dropped the top, automatic
Fucking your bitch in the back of a Bentley
Give me ten
static
Young nigga what's what happening
Trae 'Nem what's happening
They wave when I'm passing
I'm riding, I'm driving, I'm swerving
Catch me in Nola
a fine catch
Swerving lanes so I don't crash
Driving away from reality
One hand on the backseat
Just gotta let it be
If time heals everything
Then why am I
music
The type that makes a nigga meditate when he be swerving
I said yeah
They ask me for my opinion about politics genocide and African freedom
I told
Working overtime
Tryna get the funds
So you can drive
Pedal to the metal
This aint coasting
We in over drive
We all over lines
Swerving out
bitch for certain
She erking fuck that pitch I’m curving
It ain't perfect it ain't even worth it
Brook be swerving
All that shit be perfect like
Frame
Money coming in I tell em keep it coming
When the popo round I fucking weave and duck em
Swerving through the city seeing something
I’m just bugging out
your talking now
Now we got a problem now
Baby oh you like talk now
Shit ain’t affecting me that’s how I walk now
Stepping clean swerving lanes in
caught
Now I’m swerving on the interstate at 90 dawg
At the crib and I’m sleeping in
Wake up she on my phone like
“Who’s this bitch?”
She throwing shit
I know she deals with pain
Wrist
The ice
It roll
Swerving around in patrol
She like the way that I whip and move
Lookin’ like my life is under control
With a black or white tee
Swerving serving up these fiends
I know you hear it through the mic these chains is jiggling on me
Your girl got a lot of ass
a Murci
With commas in Como next to the lago (Lago)
Shopping bags from Milano (Milano)
That bag Birkin
That ass twerking
I’m lane swerving
The boy working
I
They wanna kick it like karate
Swerving in the car wit the juice in the ride
My Brodie keep it on him
You think he ain't slide
Don't be wrong this last
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