Swervin

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