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Swerve Off

 

Swerve Off


(Is this a Swifta beat?)

It could never be me tryna' cunt off
I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off
Big 4s make you swerve off
I was chilling with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrrd off
See I grew up round two four, on road 24
Yeah I still let it clap like a encore
Came up I had two three, yeah my hood booky
Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee?

Ha, life
Big bezzle kettle but my rings bigger, all four fingers got ice
More cheddar bins rats and mice
All my old school niggas still wear 95s
Air Max 95, that's an earnington crep
This Dior 23's when I earnington step
Me and MIST in the room, that's some earnington bread
Niggas always seem to hate, but that never makes sense
Man know that I'm burning the bread
Bun skin then I bun me a Z
New whip had 'em turning their heads (Had 'em turning their heads, I had 'em turning their heads)
Got some niggas in the diggers tryna' burst 'em instead
Yeah he never had a box, so we took twenty Zs
So I whip twenty Zs and put it all into pebs
Man them niggas broke tryna' make the money stretch
A'we you wan' test?

It could never be me tryna' cunt off
I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off
Big 4s make you swerve off
I was chilling with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrrd off
See I grew up round two four, on road 24
Yeah I still let it clap like a encore
Came up I had two three, yeah my hood booky
Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee?

Dargie when the hammer rise, have you up on Channel 5
Man I'm sliding pies, niggas came up off of standing lies
Yeah that's my nigga Mowgs
Trap boy, yeah me dinner loads
Came up bruck, now the wrist froze
Kyze when we down, that's my ringtone
Gyallie on my line, when we down she a nympho
Yeah I'm back to the pitch, running shit like I'm Lingard
If feds stalk your whip, my nigga thru your SIM card
We never got no hammers off no big dargs
Now we cruise past and watch niggas in their big cars
Pain, weather man'a let the money rain
Free all my grafters in the cage
Fumes coming proper, they fill you with copper
Rappers make me nervous, so I'm chilling with some shottas
Yeah I bring out the toys when it's midnight
Thousand break, it's still six five

It could never be me tryna' cunt off
I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off
Big 4s make you swerve off
I was chilling with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrrd off
See I grew up round two four, on road 24
Yeah I still let it clap like a encore
Came up I had two three, yeah my hood booky
Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee?

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