borleone - free swerve lyrics
[verse]
run it up, get the bag, uh
these n-ggas hate, they mad, uh
came up from servin’ bags
holdin’ that gl!ck with a stick in my bag, uh
d-mn, that b-tch broke, she sad
i need a bad b-tch, pull up in jag
pull on your block and we shoot through the gl-ss
you know what it was, i ain’t wearin’ a mask
alias whip, had to switch the tag
y’all lil’ n-ggas broke, i just sit back and laugh
even in school i was totin’ a mac
even in school i was servin’ bags
servin’ on white, now i’m servin’ the crack
rob me a n-gga, yeah i come through the back
kick door, b-tch, know i came for them racks
i’m f-ckin’ his b-tch and i know that he mad
(skrrt skrrt, skrrt), scr-pin’ the pot
(skrrt skrrt, skrrt), get to the racks
(skrrt skrrt, skrrt), who that at the back?
(skrrt skrrt, skrrt), my young n-gga strapped
five n-ggas in my trap (gang)
servin’ that goop, he be servin’ that comeback
caught me an opp and his man got whacked
alias, b-tch, and we thumb through them racks
opps just got shot and you know i got back
glock in the trap, serve a j through the back
sit in the trap with a stick on my lap
i’m f-ckin’ his b-tch ’cause she know that he wack
12 comin’ over, we hit the gate
spinnin’ the bend, had to switch the plates
catch me an opp and get shot in the face
i’m shootin’ the witness, can’t leave a trace
what? i can’t leave a trace
what? keep it on my waist
uh, came in this b-tch with the k
uh, came up from servin’ yay
my aunt at the trap and you know she a j (hey auntie)
i kick door, b-tch, where the cash? where the safe?
rob me a n-gga and i show my face
12 hit the block so you know i’ma break, b-tch
n-ggas they hatin’, these n-ggas they late
i came in your trap and i’m takin’ your plate
i got them hoes, i don’t need a bae
whippin’ that crack, n-gga, with the base
i’m a real shooter, n-gga you’s a fake
n-ggas they j, reusin’ jake
shippin’ the pounds, n-gga, every state
f-ckin’ your b-tch, thought that was bae
addicted to cash, get it every day
i stood on the block tryna make a way
n-ggas be goofy, stayin’ in my lane
f-ckin’ with us and you know you a stain
n-ggas be snitchin’, you know it’s a shame
they need to free swerve right out of the chains
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