Swervin (feat. 6ix9ine)

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Yeah

Oh, that's London on da Track, run that shit back

(We got London on da Track)

Swervin'

How you look so perfect on your worst days?

Double-C your purses, you deserve it

**** in your DM, they be thirsty and in person

But you're curvin'

Curvy little body, love your surface

Yeah, I'm all on your body, make you nervous

I like the way you keep up with your earnings

Yeah, it's okay, you be swervin'

I fuck you from the back and leave you turnin'

The type that make you feel like I'm so worth it

Blame my ex, that bitch, she did me dirty

Had me fall in love and then she curved me

(Swear to God, I don't wanna leave you, no)

New Louboutin, you would think I'm bleedin' from my toes

Dick all inside of you, make you freeze, make you pose

I want you to get up on your knees and your toes

I see one of my enemies, they gon' freeze like they cold

I swear I ain't no killer, but test me if you want

You don't want my adrenaline rushin', leave me alone

Leave me alone

So much shit up on my mind, I can't think straight

All my **** rock designer like they scream

Got the AP covered, diamonds with baguettes, yeah

I thought everything was right, that's when you left, yeah

Swervin'

How you look so perfect on your worst days?

Double-C your purses, you deserve it

**** in your DM, they be thirsty and in person

But you're curvin'

Curvy little body, love your surface

Yeah, I'm all on your body, make you nervous

I like the way you keep up with your earnings

Yeah, it's okay, you be swervin'

Where these bitches at? I'm in the V with the tints

Got the FN on my body and a clip with hollow tips

**** say they gon' rob me and they still ain't do shit

Catch her waitin' in the lobby and I'ma give her this dick

Man, where these **** at? Man, where these **** at?

We gon' pull up, big bodies with the Rugers in the back

I got Rugers and the MACs, pump leave a **** flat

Talking hot, we spin the block, we gon' leave him where he at

Like, where these **** at?

Ay, where these **** at?

I'ma pull up in the big body with the fuckin' MAC

If the opps try to turn my song off, run it back

Used to have the pack in my long-johns, now I rap

If a **** wanna act out, got the MAC out

I ain't got no fuckin' backup, that's a man down

I ain't got the fuckin' .40, knock his teeth out

Spin back with the Ruger, air the block out

Swervin'

How you look so perfect on your worst days?

Double-C your purses, you deserve it

**** in your DM, they be thirsty and in person

But you're curvin'

Curvy little body, love your surface

Yeah, I'm all on your body, make you nervous

I like the way you keep up with your earnings

Yeah, it's okay, you be swervin'

The way that I live my life is amazing

Back-to-back big bodies, no more trains, yeah

So much shit up on my mind, I couldn't think, yeah

All my **** rock designer like they scream, yeah

Got the AP covered, diamonds with baguettes, yeah

Say my name in your song and it's lit, yeah

They been waitin' for a **** like this, yeah

(We got London on da Track)