Yeah
Big Swerve
This shit gettin' easy now, what time is it? (Uh)
It's 8:13 a.m. (Swerve)
On foenem (Southside on the track, yeah)
Ha, uh
Ain't been goin' to sleep 'cause I been chasin' Ms
That's the type of time we on, that's the time zone we in (Let's get it)
We been ballin' so hard, treatin' weekdays like weekends (Weekends)
Know that money bringin' envy, that's the life we in (Yeah)
Still charge it to the game, it just make dividends (Yeah)
Niggas think twice 'bout sayin' my name 'cause they know we spin
If you ain't no real player, stay out the game then (Uh)
Big Swerve'll fuck her twin, been came trim (Uh)
Linked in Miami one weekend, spent a hundred bands (A hundred bands)
Fuckin' it up, I'm havin' fun, this shit been comin' in (This shit been comin' in)
Fuck nigga hate, can't hate in my face, now they dissin' us
Nigga really hatin', but he can't show hate 'cause a nigga just hatin' that his bitch with us
And when you start to investigate that hate, whole time this shit was sus
If they apologize, you still gotta strategize, keep a pistol tucked (Tucked)
Stay awake, don't believe in luck
Eighty percent these niggas snakes, don't believe in trust
I can't trust nobody, what the fuck? (Fuck 'em)
And I keep my can, I'ma up my left hand and dump it (Dump it)
Fans said I'm in jail, I got on ten chains in public (G Herbo)
Everybody keep askin' me 'bout dumb shit, change the subject (Swerve, Big Swerve)
Ten years straight, I fed the streets more than Publix (Uh-huh, Big Swerve)
Hop in drip, I'm always switchin' the fleet, I'm burnin' rubber (Skrrt)
Every day, the blogs keep postin' me, I'm knowin' they lovin' it (They love it)
Yeah, I know I'm winnin' 'cause I started this shit from nothin' (Nothin')
Eatin' breakfast at dinner, I keep hot shit in the oven (Let's get it, ayy)
Monday through Sunday, we let off shells, you know we stuffin' 'em (Brr, baow, baow)
Send shots at your brother 'nem, shit, I was sendin' shots at my cousin (Baow)
Grew up with my loved ones, love this four-nick' and I love this (Baow)
G Herbo, my niggas rich, and we still on thug shit
Still leave the house with my stick, I gotta get in the club with it
Lil' ho high of the six, she rubbin' my stomach, but she tryna touch the blick (Ayy)
Every time she come with me, she get what she need, she know I'm havin' this shit (I'm havin' this shit)
She don't want nothin' but me, said she wanna leave, she ready to suck dick (Come on)
She feelin' my energy, I been a G 'fore I was rich
I'll do a hundred years sittin' on my head before I snitch (Before I snitch)
Niggas ain't saw fifty K, do fifty years behind a bitch
I'm a millionaire, one case ain't shit, I'll probably blow a switch (Brr)
And I keep my can, I'ma up my left hand and dump it (Dump it)
Fans said I'm in jail, I got on ten chains in public (You know that)
Everybody keep askin' me 'bout dumb shit, change the subject (Swerve, change the subject)
Ten years straight, I fed the streets more than Publix (Uh-huh)
Hop in drip, I'm always switchin' the fleet, I'm burnin' rubber (Skrrt)
Every day, the blogs keep postin' me, I'm knowin' they lovin' it (Big Swerve)
Yeah, I know I'm winnin' 'cause I started this shit from nothin' (Nothin')
Eatin' breakfast at dinner, I keep hot shit in the oven (Let's get it)
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