Swervin (feat. ZayBang)

Yeah In that body Benz we keep big swervin' Baby, top me down, I need lip service Told brodie shoot his shot 'til his wrist hurtin' I gotta keep my gun 'cause it gets murky I told baby she can leave if she want to All this goin' back and forth is what I won't do People never understand what I go through I'm just puttin' my real life on these Pro Tools Just show me you love me, you want my time, it's expensive These niggas be talkin' until we pay they ass a visit Ain't postin' no load 'cause if I show it, it's exquisite Don't know why they love me, I guess my sound, it be different This lifestyle we're livin', yeah, we still workin' on the weekend The OGs that raised me, man, they just threw me in the deep end The shit I be sayin', it take a minute just to sink in Devil be on me, sometimes I feel him tryna creep in We really the topic, man, I swear to God we're the topic Other niggas on they team up tryna stop us Nigga try your luck, boy, these bullets heart stoppin' Swear they run into us and these niggas' hearts droppin' (Yeah, free the demons 'til they get home, nigga) In that body Benz we keep big swervin' Baby, top me down, I need lip service Told brodie shoot his shot 'til his wrist hurtin' I gotta keep my gun 'cause it gets murky I told baby she can leave if she want to All this goin' back and forth is what I won't do People never understand what I go through I'm just puttin' my real life on these Pro Tools (uh) I miss my brother Eric, I just hate that we departed Got knots up on this chopper, swear this bitch'll go retarded Don't tell me you love me, if you won't finish what you started Be high off the 'scotti and still be rollin' up regardless And that's for Treyan, we spend a thousand on Givenchy Believe it or not, I'm showin' niggas this ain't Ripley's In love with my Glock, you know I gotta keep her with me It's snakes on the block, I know somebody tryna get me I feel like they're comin' and I ain't into playin' defense When niggas start dyin', these pussy niggas get to preachin' A bitch wanna argue, I ain't stayin', bitch, I'm leavin' Had dreams about ten, now I can make that on the weekend All I need is revenge, rather pop a door, he finna creep in Shoutout Rim Gotti, bought the gleek in Baby bought a pair of Gucci socks for me to sleep in You start to get money and watch them niggas start to leach in In that body Benz we keep big swervin' Baby, top me down, I need lip service Told brodie shoot his shot 'til his wrist hurtin' I gotta keep my gun 'cause it gets murky I told baby she can leave if she want to All this goin' back and forth is what I won't do People never understand what I go through I'm just puttin' my real life on these Pro Tools