Swerve

Swerve, swerving be the movement

With these first place maneuvers to the slow paced losers

Last place zoomin’, holdin’ tight onto they fantasies

We front line cruisin’, paintin’ pictures, sippin’ daiquiris

A modern day masterpiece, front seat with the master key

Shotgun turn you suit and ties to simple faded casualties

Tragically they all keep facing these here travesties

Thinking it’s sweet as pie, forgetting how sour them apples be

Yo, they don’t listen when I say so, advice go: Stay low

When them joses stay aiming at your pesos, make roll

Back to the chase, back in this race with a smile on his face

Cheesing like it be a rat race with a cat trap

With a bat claw to these honey buns, taking all of they cake

Taking all of they weight, all up in they face

Like a strain from a can full of mace

I done stay putting them niggas in they place

When the save money villain shoot and cue kembe

Roll another swisher, don’t smoke it though, just look at it

My pockets hella empty, I ain’t broken bro, just crooked

It’s the super duper stupid fuck, I booth the blunt, get stupid stuck

Fuck with me, you losers fucked, want some heat? Then you in luck

Niggas can’t fuck with the high rap God, it’s some time till I blow

See but I’m just mines, [?]

If I spit, I’m speaking through my lyrics, I’m just prophet

So watch this profit, money, bitches

Can’t seem to get the fuck up outta my best wallet

Was down and they not cause they pride ‘cause they shot

And I kill ‘em all, feed ‘em to the lot, just watch

Let’s be quiet, fuck, dumb ass bitches

Quit still tryna take my money, hahaha shit, what?