Swerve (Prod by Yurei) Lyrics

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They say they want more of that

They say they want more teenage baby type shit

I know this shit

Hop up in that coupe

We swerve

We poppin' bitches

You learn

All that paper we generate and we burn

We hoppin' in that coupe

We swerve

We swerve

We swerve

We swerve

We hoppin' straight in that coupe

We swerve

You know we swervin' this bitch

Ooh you can not handle it

Imagine all my money

just on my lap just picture' it

My girl said want my diamonds

So I had to flex my wrist

That boy think talkin' crazy

So I had to talk my shit

They see me drivin' cars everyday

So I switch my whip

I jump right straight to the crowd

Yeah we gettin' lit

Control your girl little boy

Come get your bitch we swerve

How you durr

Pull up to your girl's crib

She look at first

Yeah I wear designer on my pants

Yeah they like it blue smurf

All these diamonds on my neck

Feels like I'm a serf

Bitch complainin' bout her bag

So I bought her a Gucci purse

Hop up in that coupe

We swerve

We poppin' bitches

You learn

All that paper we generate and we burn

We hoppin' in that coupe

We swerve

We swerve

We swerve

We swerve

We hoppin' straight in that coupe

We just swerve

Okay

Put him on a plate

Make he fade away

Make him be a little bitch

Make him pray

The words I'm speakin' is the truth

You heard I said

Little bitch what I'm doin

This ain't a race

Comin' at me little bitch

All them bullets they spray

And you ain't gonna survive

Any fuckin' new day

And my bitch sendin' paragraphs

I buy that hater with a K

Hop up in that coupe

We swerve

We poppin' bitches

You learn

All that paper we generate and we burn

We hoppin' in that coupe

We swerve

We swerve

We swerve

We swerve