Swerve Off

(Is this a Swifta beat?)

Uh

It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow)

I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grrt-grrt)

Big 4's make you swerve off (pow)

I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt)

See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four)

Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow)

Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow)

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 95's

Air Max 95, that's an earnington crep

This Dior 23's when I earnington step

Me and MIST in thе room, that's some earnington bread

Niggas always seem to hatе, 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 Z's

So I whip twenty Z's and put it all into pebs

Man, them niggas broke tryna' make the money stretch

A'we you wan' test? (Grr-grr)

It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow)

I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grr-grr)

Big 4's make you swerve off (pow)

I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt)

See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four)

Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow)

Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow)

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 (brr)

Trap boy, yeah, me dinner loads (yeah)

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, back to the pitch, running shit like I'm Lingard

If feds stalk your whip, my nigga through 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 (grr)

Free all my grafters in the cage (uh)

Fumes coming proper, they fill you with copper

Rappers make me nervous, so I'm chillin' 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 (pow)

I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grr-grr)

Big 4's make you swerve off (pow)

I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt)

See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four)

Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow)

Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow)

Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee? (Uh)