text: Swerve Lyrics
  Rymez 
  Yo‚  ADP on this boy
  Don-Don-Don  too cold‚ I like clothes, he like zoots, he like Benz
  Always on road in the next mans ends
  Tryna catch a paigon slippin‚ just to hit him with a skeng and thats mad
  Cah  he got a good girl and she badder than bad
  Every  man wan beat, but she aint like that
  Face too pretty, but she got a little back
  But  the nigga aint ready for a Don like that
  Pull up‚ reverse, pull up, reverse, pull up, reverse, back it up
  Pull up, reverse, man, do up the curb
  All now when I see X5s, man swerve
  I  told shawty I dont trap, man rap
  But try, know I been a bad boy from birth
  She love jewels, she want shoes
  Thats gonna match that Prada purse
  When I was eighteen, I was in the dirt
  And now, I get a text from Sandra first
  Hop in my foreign and I swerve 
  I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse 
  Heard you tryna find out what Im worth 
  Every time pull out, I make sure that they feelings hurt 
  I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah 
  Cant live like this, gotta ride round with a stick, yeah 
  Catch me lackin, shoot me in the head, I aint givin up shit, yeah 
  On the road for ten years, mans aint take no diss, yeah 
  She stylish and want a man thats stylish
  Walk with five in my jean, no Wyclef
  Show that show, thats lightwork
  Still, I cant get apply from Trident
  She wanna step and eat steak and lobster
  Im tryna make her cook steamed and fried fish
  She like sex and I like it too
  Still make her mind colorful
  Ion want my man on the road no more
  I dont wanna do M, fly O no more
  Come home and come show me that
  Who gonna answer when da fiends dem call?
  Whos gonna answer when da feds dem knock?
  Beatin down doors and you doin up spots
  I know feds on me cah I got two stripes, yeah
  Im scared if they hit it with a third, Im gone
  It loves me, I gotta love it back
  Course I do cause it brought me back
  I didnt trap, couldnt buy me a Gucci bag
  So I bought me a cube of crack
  Been in the trap for years
  So you know that the gang aint new to waps
  Still tryna juggle this trap and rap
  All of my fiends turn, facts 
  Hop in my foreign and I swerve 
  I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse 
  Heard you tryna find out what Im worth 
  Every time pull out, I make sure that they feelings hurt 
  I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah 
  Cant live like this, gotta ride round with a stick, yeah 
  Catch me lackin, shoot me in the head, I aint givin up shit, yeah 
  On the road for ten years, mans aint take no diss, yeah 1Embed