Swerve Off

(Is this a Swifta beat?) Uh It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow) I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grrt-grrt) Big 4's make you swerve off (pow) I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt) See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four) Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow) Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow) Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee? Ha! Life Big bezzle kettle but my rings bigger, all four fingers got ice More cheddar bins rats and mice All my old school niggas still wear 95's Air Max 95, that's an earnington crep This Dior 23's when I earnington step Me and MIST in thе room, that's some earnington bread Niggas always seem to hatе, but that never makes sense Man know that I'm burning the bread Bun skin then I bun me a Z New whip had 'em turning their heads (had 'em turning their heads) I had 'em turning their heads Got some niggas in the diggers tryna' burst 'em instead Yeah, he never had a box, so we took twenty Z's So I whip twenty Z's and put it all into pebs Man, them niggas broke tryna' make the money stretch A'we you wan' test? (Grr-grr) It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow) I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grr-grr) Big 4's make you swerve off (pow) I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt) See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four) Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow) Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow) Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee? Dargie when the hammer rise, have you up on Channel 5 Man, I'm sliding pies, niggas came up off of standing lies Yeah, that's my nigga Mowgs (brr) Trap boy, yeah, me dinner loads (yeah) Came up bruck, now the wrist froze Kyze when we down, that's my ringtone Gyallie on my line, when we down she a nympho Yeah, back to the pitch, running shit like I'm Lingard If feds stalk your whip, my nigga through your SIM card We never got no hammers off no big dargs Now we cruise past and watch niggas in their big cars Pain, weather man'a let the money rain (grr) Free all my grafters in the cage (uh) Fumes coming proper, they fill you with copper Rappers make me nervous, so I'm chillin' with some shottas Yeah, I bring out the toys when it's midnight Thousand break, it's still six-five It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow) I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grr-grr) Big 4's make you swerve off (pow) I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt) See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four) Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow) Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow) Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee? (Uh)