Swervin'

She lemme drive, that's a G ride cuz Piccin' the homies up, then we robbin' all her plugs Y'all ain't bustin' none, got guns to take pics wit' 'em We don't flex straps cuz, we really takin' trips wit' 'em Boy you better get 'em if and when the gang say so You out on vacay, we in yo house for yo safe though Pistol to yo face ho now gimme all them pesos Watch what you text me police investigatin' though (Heads is what we aimin' fo', necc chest and ribs) You ain't down to shoot why the fucc your in the whip She in love wit' the dicc now she keep my extra clip She linin' up them liccs turned her to a gangsta bitch Baby kay got a sticc I don't need to call the cops How you call yo'self a gangsta when you beefin' over thots And if you wanna sneak diss on this 4200 blocc We crippin' but we gon' pull up in all black to ya spot Bumpin oldies in a G ride Clutchin on my four five Throwing up my gang sings Swervin trough the South Side Sippin henny till I throw up Pour some out for the missin souljas Bitch I thought I told ya Its hoes down and foes up Craccin' doors, finding keys that's a G whip You totin' guns, making calls that don't mean shit On the blocc, gangsta walk where the C's fit Baby gangstas on the come up on some G shit Two minute drive, that's a twenty minute cruise Enough time to make it on the mothafuccin' news Always geeked so I never gotta hit the snooze Signed up fucc it if I gotta let it loose Times up shawty really gotta picc and choose Walk up now you really gotta hit these foos On tha gang, gotta gain and maintain though Brain fried, still hanging like these chains four Maccin' hos, I'm sticcin to the G code Free my dawgs, I won't see these niggas fold Pull that thang out then we gone see that gold Getting shit for free, it was never fuccin' sold Bumpin oldies in a G ride Clutchin on my four five Throwing up my gang sings Swervin trough the South Side Sippin henny till I throw up Pour some out for the missin souljas Bitch I thought I told ya Its hoes down and foes up Bacc on the scene, so crispy so clean With two blunts full of that sticcy ass green Shoo up in the driver seat posted up with Infant Maccy in the back straight loading up the shotty Lookin for somebody see the homie RC Known to keep it craccing all my usos paccing Fucc you say we laccing your homies need some practice Your blocc yah were headed to better have a strap or two Wolfin' like you shoo foos get you blown like tissue Giving out that issue duccing from the boys in blue With the homie fucced up E and J I'm throwing up Throwing craps collecting funds S.O.S. we mighty sons Hit a licc it's on us talking like you gon' bust Blowing tree likes it's angels dust OG like my double cup All my soldiers ready to dump heavy Metal heavy metal so we got the drums Dumb nigga you don't even want none Bumpin oldies in a G ride Clutchin on my four five Throwing up my gang sings Swervin trough the South Side Sippin henny till I throw up Pour some out for the missin souljas Bitch I thought I told ya Its hoes down and foes up