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trigga500k - swerve server lyrics

[intro]
tape kid!
foolio made this?

[verse]
ay, i ain’t the type to look for love but, if she righteous ima wife her
let a n+gga play and i’m pullin’ up on a n+gga like a diaper
im in a stolo out the lo, three of the bros riding striker
hop out the whip and walk a f+ck n+gga down, mysers michael
havin’ dirty bl!cks and sticks, arps with the beam
know these bullets big as h+ll, know they gon’ split a n+gga spleen
been fell in love with the streets but, i’m still waiting on a ring
pay attention, i’ll show you sumn, show you some sh+t ya never seen
when i’m in traffic, know i’m in and out, i ain’t stoppin’ at the light
i hope them n+ggas know they gon’ die if they ever try to roll the dicе
i’ma send a n+gga the whole clip and i ain’t еven thinkin’ twice
n+ggas flaw as h+ll f+ckin’ with a rat, yall a sucker full ah mice
death before dishonor, step on my dawg if he ever try to cross me
riding, taking meetings with the gang, gotta know all of em bosses
put all my love up in the scale, know that b+tch changed my life
all this motion that i’m havin’, i could buy a n+gga life
half a gram whole gram, half a block whole brick
get next to me, you tryna sco’, shii, i could make a n+gga rich
i know them f+ck n+ggas hurt i’m havin’
know they madder than a b+tch
my ex b+tch still ain’t on nothin’, i know she sadder than a b+tch
residue still on my scale from all the plays i caught today
drop the ticket, 20 a gram to get them f+ck n+ggas out the way
when i was down bad sellin’ dimes i ain’t even see them n+ggas face
uh, ay
i ain’t even see them n+ggas face
road runner, before i take the left, know i’ma bend the right
flakka rocks i fell in love wit’ em, the trap changed my life
won’t catch me hangin’ with none of these f+ck n+ggas
i know they ain’t right
beat up the trap like gervonta davis
take a brick and start a fight
swerve servin’ in my dna, it was in me out the womb
whole lotta ls until i won, cus i ain’t the type to sit and lose
real smacka, know it ain’t nothin’ to put a n+gga ont he news
hangin’ out the window with them bl!cks tryna knock a n+gga out his shoes
uh

- trigga500k lyrics

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