Lyrics
Ay come get at me then
Come get at me then
****, come get at me then
Wanna leave, bitch leave, go be happy then
I couldn't ask for ten
It's Swervyy
If its smoke then its smoke, come get at me then
Wanna leave, bitch leave, go be happy then
I was down, **** fake I couldn't ask for ten
Now i'm straight all I know is bring that baggage in
Rich **** but i'm still around them savages
Bitch **** you ain't never let that ratchet hit
My bitch tote G-locks, ratchet bitch
It's a Rollie no G-Shock its not happenin
Im tyrnna drop twenty points on a bustdown
We get them bands out the field then we bust-down
Copped twenty P's for the low hope it touch down
I let too much shit die down, but its up now
Tried to put your mans in position but he stuck now
Suckas tried to throw a kickback it got shutdown
Ou, ou package in a rental it get punched down
**** I got my bag up, I could give two fucks now
Hating ass **** on the Gram' run it up now
Sit yo ass down with this mufuckin drum now
I'm just tyrnna live lot of **** getting gunned down
Bought my mama crib cause she know its unconditional
They say I got a heart I be feeling like its missing though
Only thing i'm duckin is them Undo's and them prison floors
G-lock with extension, **** I can get that tension gone
Catch em imma blitz just to show them that its really on
Oh you the man you got them bands and you holdin' on
You know Lil Swervyy up that (?) you know whats goin on
Put them numbers up the road I never touched a stove
You know you pussy in these streets you never bust a pole
If its smoke then its smoke, come get at me then
Wanna leave, bitch leave, go be happy then
I was down, **** fake I couldn't ask for ten
Now i'm straight all I know is bring that baggage in
Rich **** but i'm still around them savages
Bitch **** you ain't never let that ratchet hit
My bitch tote G-locks, ratchet bitch
It's a Rollie no G-Shock its not happenin
Keep yo geezy better buss it, you can die with that
I show my love (?)
I dont condone that backdoorin' no I am not fine with that
When them people come with (?)
Better get it how you live fuck that other shit
On my momma **** want it, i'ma smuggle shit
And if the same **** ain't pushin the politics
Forever Swervyy, free the family fuck the opposite
Bad bitch eat dick, she love toppin shit
Never fold under pressure I be droppin shit
I'll never put a (?) for my bankroll
But bang bro (?)
We got nickels on this bitch like a coin toss
Put that pistol to yo face snatch yo soul out
Bought my bitch some heels told her let me see your toes out
She know I dont got it on my hip, I dont go out
**** on the Gram' with these all day showouts
Swervyy bout these bands and these broad day blowouts
(?) keeping exquisite clips at my bro house
I just spent a ten but im comin up in Mo' house
I just poured a six the dumbway we at Bo' house
I can't fight it, finna lay it down im at Mo' house
Twelve (?) baby in my hood im a old head
**** you just came outside, you dont know kid
If its smoke then its smoke, come get at me then
Wanna leave, bitch leave, go be happy then
I was down, **** fake I couldn't ask for ten
Now i'm straight all I know is bring that baggage in
Rich **** but i'm still around them savages
Bitch **** you ain't never let that ratchet hit
My bitch tote G-locks, ratchet bitch
It's a Rollie no G-Shock its not happenin
Written by: Frank Harris Jr

