Swerve Off
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β±οΈ 3:03 duration
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π Lyrics
(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 thΠ΅ room, that's some earnington bread
Niggas always seem to hatΠ΅, 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)
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 thΠ΅ room, that's some earnington bread
Niggas always seem to hatΠ΅, 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)
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.18] (Is this a Swifta beat?)
[00:13.53]
[00:16.13] Uh
[00:18.03] It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow)
[00:20.13] I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grrt-grrt)
[00:23.88] Big 4's make you swerve off (pow)
[00:25.63] I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt)
[00:28.00] See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four)
[00:30.92] Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow)
[00:32.83] Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow)
[00:34.98] Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee?
[00:37.57] Ha! Life
[00:38.66] Big bezzle kettle but my rings bigger, all four fingers got ice
[00:41.89] More cheddar bins rats and mice
[00:44.43] All my old school niggas still wear 95's
[00:46.87] Air Max 95, that's an earnington crep
[00:49.26] This Dior 23's when I earnington step
[00:51.35] Me and MIST in thΠ΅ room, that's some earnington bread
[00:53.73] Niggas always seem to hatΠ΅, but that never makes sense
[00:55.55] Man know that I'm burning the bread
[00:57.44] Bun skin then I bun me a Z
[00:59.00] New whip had 'em turning their heads (had 'em turning their heads) I had 'em turning their heads
[01:03.26] Got some niggas in the diggers tryna' burst 'em instead
[01:05.57] Yeah, he never had a box, so we took twenty Z's
[01:07.61] So I whip twenty Z's and put it all into pebs
[01:10.58] Man, them niggas broke tryna' make the money stretch
[01:12.65] A'we you wan' test? (Grr-grr)
[01:14.21] It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow)
[01:16.43] I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grr-grr)
[01:20.22] Big 4's make you swerve off (pow)
[01:22.17] I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt)
[01:24.59] See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four)
[01:27.49] Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow)
[01:29.59] Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow)
[01:31.62] Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee?
[01:34.13] Dargie when the hammer rise, have you up on Channel 5
[01:36.28] Man, I'm sliding pies, niggas came up off of standing lies
[01:38.85] Yeah, that's my nigga Mowgs (brr)
[01:40.44] Trap boy, yeah, me dinner loads (yeah)
[01:41.90] Came up bruck, now the wrist froze
[01:44.09] Kyze when we down, that's my ringtone
[01:45.92] Gyallie on my line, when we down she a nympho
[01:47.98] Yeah, back to the pitch, running shit like I'm Lingard
[01:50.65] If feds stalk your whip, my nigga through your SIM card
[01:53.42] We never got no hammers off no big dargs
[01:55.31] Now we cruise past and watch niggas in their big cars
[01:58.22] Pain, weather man'a let the money rain (grr)
[02:00.59] Free all my grafters in the cage (uh)
[02:02.47] Fumes coming proper, they fill you with copper
[02:04.55] Rappers make me nervous, so I'm chillin' with some shottas
[02:06.64] Yeah, I bring out the toys when it's midnight
[02:08.71] Thousand break, it's still six-five
[02:10.55] It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow)
[02:13.11] I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grr-grr)
[02:16.68] Big 4's make you swerve off (pow)
[02:18.46] I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt)
[02:20.98] See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four)
[02:23.74] Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow)
[02:25.88] Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow)
[02:28.23] Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee? (Uh)
[02:31.04]
[00:13.53]
[00:16.13] Uh
[00:18.03] It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow)
[00:20.13] I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grrt-grrt)
[00:23.88] Big 4's make you swerve off (pow)
[00:25.63] I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt)
[00:28.00] See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four)
[00:30.92] Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow)
[00:32.83] Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow)
[00:34.98] Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee?
[00:37.57] Ha! Life
[00:38.66] Big bezzle kettle but my rings bigger, all four fingers got ice
[00:41.89] More cheddar bins rats and mice
[00:44.43] All my old school niggas still wear 95's
[00:46.87] Air Max 95, that's an earnington crep
[00:49.26] This Dior 23's when I earnington step
[00:51.35] Me and MIST in thΠ΅ room, that's some earnington bread
[00:53.73] Niggas always seem to hatΠ΅, but that never makes sense
[00:55.55] Man know that I'm burning the bread
[00:57.44] Bun skin then I bun me a Z
[00:59.00] New whip had 'em turning their heads (had 'em turning their heads) I had 'em turning their heads
[01:03.26] Got some niggas in the diggers tryna' burst 'em instead
[01:05.57] Yeah, he never had a box, so we took twenty Z's
[01:07.61] So I whip twenty Z's and put it all into pebs
[01:10.58] Man, them niggas broke tryna' make the money stretch
[01:12.65] A'we you wan' test? (Grr-grr)
[01:14.21] It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow)
[01:16.43] I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grr-grr)
[01:20.22] Big 4's make you swerve off (pow)
[01:22.17] I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt)
[01:24.59] See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four)
[01:27.49] Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow)
[01:29.59] Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow)
[01:31.62] Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee?
[01:34.13] Dargie when the hammer rise, have you up on Channel 5
[01:36.28] Man, I'm sliding pies, niggas came up off of standing lies
[01:38.85] Yeah, that's my nigga Mowgs (brr)
[01:40.44] Trap boy, yeah, me dinner loads (yeah)
[01:41.90] Came up bruck, now the wrist froze
[01:44.09] Kyze when we down, that's my ringtone
[01:45.92] Gyallie on my line, when we down she a nympho
[01:47.98] Yeah, back to the pitch, running shit like I'm Lingard
[01:50.65] If feds stalk your whip, my nigga through your SIM card
[01:53.42] We never got no hammers off no big dargs
[01:55.31] Now we cruise past and watch niggas in their big cars
[01:58.22] Pain, weather man'a let the money rain (grr)
[02:00.59] Free all my grafters in the cage (uh)
[02:02.47] Fumes coming proper, they fill you with copper
[02:04.55] Rappers make me nervous, so I'm chillin' with some shottas
[02:06.64] Yeah, I bring out the toys when it's midnight
[02:08.71] Thousand break, it's still six-five
[02:10.55] It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow)
[02:13.11] I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grr-grr)
[02:16.68] Big 4's make you swerve off (pow)
[02:18.46] I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt)
[02:20.98] See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four)
[02:23.74] Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow)
[02:25.88] Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow)
[02:28.23] Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee? (Uh)
[02:31.04]