Makin Them Swerves

Lyrics

[Intro] (Your check on another, DJ Skee) World premiere Brand new Nipsey Track by RStylez Ayy, ayy, ayy, Nipsey, we in the building, my nigga Slauson Boy Records Ha-ha, right Ayy, ayy, my nigga, look, check this out, homie Stop blowin' up my motherfuckin' phone 'cause A nigga ain't gon' get there no quicker, you feel me? [Chorus] My nigga, I be makin' them swerves I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes These niggas, man, they get on my nerves Always call me back, say they need a sack So, nigga, I be makin' them swerves I do my thang, switchin' lanes These niggas, man, they get on my nerves Blowin' up my phone, they need the zones So, nigga I be makin' them swerves [Verse 1] Look, I stay on the grind That's why you see me on the BG, I stay on the dime I stash money out of sight, but it stay on my mind Sells blowin' up my phone, so I stay on my line I see these dumb niggas, chasin' sales down the block Fuckin' young niggas, takin' mark money from the cops Every day I hit the turf, I'm like, "Just come through" Servin' quarters to the homies in the luxury coupe I sip the Veuve Clicquot, and blow the kush through the roof And play cat and mouse with C.R.A.S.H. cops, you know how we do Stay off the radar, I dipped on Johnny in the Regal Cracked a fat bitch, the next day I took her Geo Green on green tint with Betty Boop in her window Same block, same cop, they drove right past a nigga I'm smarter than the average nigga from your set Nip' Hussle, motherfucker, I got traps to check [Chorus] My nigga, I be makin' them swerves I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes These niggas, man, they get on my nerves Always call me back, say they need a sack So, nigga, I be makin' them swerves I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes These niggas, man, they get on my nerves Blowin' up my phone, they need the zones So, nigga I be makin' them swerves [Verse 2] Yup, I don't know 'bout y'all niggas but, uh, me, I got a quota every day I wear the same Dickies short but stay with the fresh J's Lil' hood rat, bitch, so I stay with the fresh braids Keep a spot on the block to tuck when the feds raid My network on the turf, it's like the mob When I pull up on my block, all my workers on they job I give 'em their work, they give me my cash (Cool) They pay for a seven, I throw 'em a half I'm tryna connects on the herd and spread like a rash 'Cause I heard in D.C., it's 500 a half That's a thousand a whole, fuck it, I'll be out in the cold And cook the quarters on a portable stove, my nigga No, you don't live like this You ain't never hit a lick and shook town for the flip You never called UPS to track the package you sent You never broke the bricks in a Motel 6, my nigga [Chorus] My nigga, I be makin' them swerves I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes These niggas, man, they get on my nerves Always call me back, say they need a sack So, nigga, I be makin' them swerves I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes These niggas, man, they get on my nerves Blowin' up my phone, they need the zones So, nigga I be makin' them swerves [Verse 3] Why they sold bounce and grind motion pounds on the eastside Cop before the cal backed and hopped out the G ride Socked out niggas, you thought was real killers That Crenshaw summer school, Thunderdome in the village Back in them days when Rack Capone knocked out Zay And Nip' Hussle had to pardon his fade When robbin' niggas was the way that we ate That check cashing, sock a nigga, ripped his pockets then shake And wet be my blue cuddie and that chrome .380 Young niggas havin' money, tuckin' thousands daily Johnny was on us, rough, pulled me over on a dime A quarter in my ass with a pocket full of cash I had some Dickies shorts on, cop told me spread my feet That's when a nigga like me thank God for briefs Enough of that though, I'm out of here, I had a long day I'm finna shake, 'cuz and go do what the song say [Outro] My nigga, I be makin' them swerves