Lyrics

Skrrt, skrrt Huh, I swerve Off of this drink, got me slurrin' my words Beat hard than a bitch and this hoe came from Fuurgg Big Swerve, drag in the coupe, swerve Go 150, I fly down the lane like a bird Tryna run on my racks, count this shit like a nerd If you owe better pay like the first and the third Bro, social media flexin ain't got no cash I send lil bro on his ass, car got a digital dash 392 like the roar, like a beast when I pass Two styrofoam cups, not a glass Trap movin' bags, when that drac hit, make him lag Back door his brother and brag, this shit gettin' bad These niggas goin' out sad How you a hustler with nothin' to sell I'm catchin' plays in the H Tank Dell How you gon' slide with no money for bail Walk in the spot, it's a exotic smell Get off your ass, nigga, get out your shell We takin' these risks, ain't no option to tell Shit random as fuck, but my young nigga hell He learned about them guns before he learn how to spell Driftin' that bitch till it, hop on two wheels Yo day one just changed, nigga, how would you feel From the murda, where this shit really get for real Shit crazy what they do for blue dollar bills You only live once, you won't get no refill He'll slime your ass out for a chain and a grill Pour out your heart and watch out for the spills Tryin' to run up some mills with some Olympic skills I do this shit every day I need the pape to come in from like every which way I go hard for them bands, I don't play Fuck up the motion, you ain't gon' have nowhere to stay Block out the shit in the way They be like, Swerve, where you been Nigga, stop the delay Nigga, this shit gotta pay I'm in the stu tryin' to get this shit droppin' by May Not the same nigga, you know I had to change, had to grow Niggas gon' hate cause they broke I put that fire on your ass, make you float I put that fire on that boy, turn his ass to a ghost Nigga ain't talkin' paper, always tryin' to joce Free the bros till they free Nigga, 12 do the most Nigga, DSTG in this bitch have a toast Off of this drink, got me slurrin' my words Beat hard than a bitch and this hoe came from Fuurgg Big Swerve, drag in the coupe, Swerve Go 150, I fly down the lane like a bird Tryin' to run on my racks, count this shit like a nerd If you owe, better pay like the first and the third Bro, social media Flexin, he ain't got no cash I send lil bro on his ass, car got a digital dash 392 like the roar, like a beast when I pass Two styrofoam cups, not a glass Trap movin' bags, when that drac hit make em lag Back door his brother and brag, this shit gettin' bad These niggas goin' out sad
Writer(s): Douglas Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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