Swervin

(Hey Chris, fuck you)

EMoneyOne11 man

I'm with Flippa man, I'm havin it, skrrt skrrt, let's get it (Flippa)

Whoa

Hey man, havin' the gang man

You hear me?

Havin'

Ay, ay, ay

Understand me, take care of gang 'cause that my family

Only good drink, might do champagne, no brandy, whoa

I want a Grammy, tote a choppa and a semi

I like to stunt a lot, had to get the Benz that's fancy

Pull up, skrrt-in the Bentley, I never did me a Chevy

Cocaine-white Bentley, came a long way from trappin' in Chevys

I'm swervin, and my back, it been hurtin', why I can't really have it?

I'm swervin, swervin down the court, you would think I was Kyrie Irving

I'm havin', I'm with the Flippa

Balmain my riches, 1K for my zipper

Hands to the sky like a stick up

Guns they draw just like you drop like a ****

I'm busy, I catch up my calendar

Expensive dinner, no caviar

Big mansion, one room, lavender

Wanna book me, hit my manager

Havin' bricks like O'Neal, walkin' like, whats the deal?

Ten rooms, paint one teal, can you really keep it, playa?

Can you really keep it real? Box Chevy for the summer

New Bent for my mother, good gas, low number

I shoot like the old school Thunder, water on my like a plumber

Just want to love the QC, I know that you wanna be me

You played me real, but you squealed, if you got status, they call you OG

No dinner table, but shorty, she rollin' on Bs, I blast, don't gotta sneeze

Bullet proof vest for the haters, I got the best stuff for the fiends

I got the best stuff for the fiends, I used to track up Irene

Triple coat Codeine me lean, camera don't flash

I am the one that you seen, magazines (Flash)

Fresh to def when I step, get off a 30 by myself

Uppercut with the left, AK choppa come with Fs

What you gon do with the wealth?

Dog life, plug life

Two bitches, they ride on me like a bike

Cute bitches drop on my face and I face it

Tell me they love me that's more then I like

****, they fake, I check 'em like Nikes

I been trappin', trappin' out my whole life

Don't know whats a 9 to 5

Skippa, pourin' up that dirty Sprite

Dirty Sprite, dirty Sprite, dirty Sprite

Give her a Perky, she ride it like motor bike

Roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice

My hands have ice on me, look like the poltergeist

Jeans on me cost a rack

Tat my name on her back

It's always better from the back

Quarter sacks, run 'em like running backs

I bet this is the one ****, remember that

Understand me, take care of gang 'cause that my family

Only good Duce, or rosé, we can't do no brandy, what else?

I want a Grammy, tote a choppa and a semi

I make the birds sing high, you would think they send me

Pull up, skrrt-in the Bentley, I never did me a Chevy

Pull up in a Bentley, I came a long way from trappin' in Chevys

I'm swervin, and my back, it been hurtin', why I can't really have it?

I'm swervin, swervin down the court, you would think I was Kyrie Irving

Flippa