Blues (feat. Future)

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

I'm a street **** that got rich, I made curves off a brick

See a hoe and hit the curb, what's the word? My name Swerv

Weed and crack, I used to serve, not like rappers 'cause they nerds

My bitch snappin', need a purse, give her racks, she on my nerves

Get it back, I hit the stu', be in traffic with my crew

Keep my savage in the coupe, two ratchets with us too

I'm in Saks, just spent a sack, got patent on my shoes

Ain't none happenin' in the 'Raq, the Caddy bulletproof

Draco hackin' them like Shaq, we whacked him, 'cause he lacked

Bad bitch all on my lap, speak Latin and she act

Beat and crashed it off the Yak, took traction off the track

Bein' broke, that shit was wack, I ain't never goin' back

Blues stacked on blues, money went in my veins

Tiger face in a presidential, could've brought a pint

Buss it down, got rocks on us, drug traffic and Fentanyl

Cookin' dope up with the mask on, cold hearted, I attacked 'em

Swerve on 'em, just wacked 'em, give a bitch away, ain't latchin' on

Put a bag on your block though, coke stashed in the mobile home

Burned the cash off a mobile phone, drive past and knock doors off

Bodybag and change the code words, west ****, Costra Nostra

Fifty thousand in the Burberry store, gave it all to the savages

Tip-toein' on a marble floor, like a ballerina when she nasty

Snatchin' models out in traffic, snipin' bitches like a savage

A freak bitch and she sassy, I treat her up, G-Wagon

Put a meal ticket on a tragedy, put gold veneers my cavity

I been ballin' on 'em like a athlete, gotta squeeze the clip for my integrity

AK's right next to me, the whole gang off ecstasy

Your hoe exchange with me sexually, 'lotta gold chains, blue checks with me

I'm a renegade, ain't no checkin' me, and everybody in the 'Raq know

I been fucked all the 'Raq hoes, left the club in a black Rolls

A **** tweak, get blammed up, we done closed all the back doors

G-Wagon to Lamb' truck, Swerv already got those

Blues stacked on blues, money went in my veins

Tiger face in a presidential, could've brought a pint

Buss it down, got rocks on us, drug traffic and Fentanyl

Cookin' dope up with the mask on, cold hearted, I attacked 'em

Swerve on 'em, just wacked 'em, give a bitch away, ain't latchin' on

Put a bag on your block though, coke stashed in the mobile home

Burned the cash off a mobile phone, drive past and knock doors off

Bodybag and change the code words, west ****, Costra Nostra