Swervin

Lyrics

[Intro] Sample: (Hey Chris, Fuck You!) Money One eleven man Im with Flippa man im havin it Skrt Skrt Lets get it (Okay!, FLIPPA! Whoa) Hey Havin the gang man You hear me Havin! [Chorus V1] Aye, Aye, Understand me Take care of gang cuz that my family Only good drank Might do champagne, no brandy, whoa I want a Grammy, tote a chopa and a semi I like to stunt a lot, had to get the benz that's fancy Pull up, Stirring the pan, I never did me a chevy Cocaine white Bentley Came a long way from trappin in Chevys Im Swervin, and my back it been hurtn' Why I can't really have it Im swervin, swervin down the court You would think I was Kyrie Irving [Verse 1 EMoney One|11] Aye Im havin, Im with the flippa Balmain my riches, 1K for my zipper Hands to the sky like a stick up Guns they draw just like you drop like a nigga Im busy, I catch up my calendar Expensive dinner no caviar Big mansion, one room, lavandar Wanna book me, hit my manager [Verse 2 Skippa Da Flippa] Havin bricks like O'Neal Walkn' like whats the deal Ten rooms, paint one teal Can you really keep it playa Can you really keep it real Box Chevy for the summer New Bent for my mother Good gas, low number I shoot like the old school Thunder Water on my like a plumber Flippa! [Verse 3 EMoney One|11] Just want to love the QC I know that you want to be me You played it real but you squealed If you got status they call you OG No dinner table but shorty she rolln' On Bs, I blast, dont gatta sneeze Bullet proof vest for the haters I got the best stuff for the fiends [Verse 4 Skippa Da Flippa] I got the best stuff for the fiends I used to track up Ireen Tropico Codine me Lean Camera don flash I am the one that You seen, magazines (Flash) Fresh to def when I step Get off a 30 by myself Uppercut with the left AK choppa come with Fs What you gon do with the wealth [Verse 5 Emoney One|11] Plug life, Thug Life Two bitches they ride on me like a bike Cute bitches drunk on my past and I face it Tell me they love me thats more then I like Niggas they fake, I check em like Nikes I been trapin trapin out my whole life Dont know whats a 9-5 Skippa, pourn' up that dirty sprite [Verse 6 Skippa Da Flippa] Dirty Sprite, Drity Sprite, Drity Sprite Give her a percy, she ride it like motor bike Roll the dice, Roll the dice, Roll the dice Ice on me look like the poltergeist Jeans on me cost a rack Tat my name on her back Its always better from the back Quater sacks, run em like running backs I been there sippin, what nigga remember that [Bridge] Understand me Take care of gang cuz thats my family Only good duce, or rose We can't do no brandy, what else I want a Grammy, tote a chopa and a semi I make the birds sing high You would think they send me [Chorus V2] Pull up, Stirring the pan, I never did me a chevy Pull up in a Bentley I Came a long way from trappin in Chevys Im Swervin, and my back it been hurtn' Why I can't really have it Im swervin, swervin down the court You would think I was Kyrie Irving Flippa!