Swerv

Lyrics

[Intro: Jim Jones] You gotta catch that beat You know, the beat, you gotta come You gotta merge with that shit You gotta merge with that shit, like we been takin'— [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Trips to the Chi' way before they put the 'Raq in it (Let's talk about it) That ball in my hand way before I put a pack in it It was a good neighborhood way before they put the crack in it (I remember) Now I'm at dice games, in the bank, got like a hundred stacks in it, nigga There's only the truth that I can spit (Facts) So may the Lord strike me down if there was a coupe that I ain't whip (Amen) Let's talk about it (Uh-huh) 'Causе yeah, we do the jеts too (Uh-huh) Got my team jumpin' on them shits just like the Jets do (Trust that) Lookin' at NuttSO like these niggas ain't rappin' right (Uh-uh) Talk about movies, but I swear these niggas ain't actin' right If my niggas do a movie then these niggas ain't comin' back to life I drop a bag on your head then that includes the whole taxing price (What's the tab, nigga?) They catch a body, then I'ma catch a flight (Gone, nigga) That's what I'm on, yo, that's the facts of life These bitches start like Tubi with them BBL booties I started with a whole pie then we would sell 'em as cuties (Break that down) We outside, nigga, what the fuck we need a office for? (We need a office for) We could do the yachts too, we could dock them shits off the shore (We can do all that shit) I could tell you the price ain't the same thing what it cost before (I'm getting money) And I'm still pourin' champagne for all my niggas that I lost at war [Interlude: G Herbo] Swerve Ayy, Capo, what up? Let's get it You a street nigga, I'm a street nigga too, just like you Uh, yeah [Verse 2: G Herbo] Made niggas get off they asses, I'm who taught 'em how to trap Turn a quarter to a half, then switch to grass, got tired of crack (Know that) If it's static, put on all black masks, go handle that (Uh-huh) If you savage, give him a face shot, don't kill him behind his back (Nah) It's a lot of niggas sayin' slick shit behind my back (Uh-huh) They don't say much when we face up, I don't think 'bout 'em, niggas ain't tough No handshakes, niggas can't touch me, I don't fake kick it, get away from me Barely havin' conversations if the topic ain't money This time might go 'Rari truck, get a new Urus, spend eight hundred Go hard every day for all them lonely nights I ain't had nothing Now I'm doing my thing, I'm on top of the food chain (Yeah) Might be best get you a lane AR-15 get to sprayin' like the shooter got mood swings, uh