Swerve (Explicit)

Swerve (Explicit) - Headie One/Stefflon Don/NAV

Lyrics by：Irving Adjei/Stephanie Allen/Navraj Goraya

Composed by：Irving Adjei/Stephanie Allen/Navraj Goraya

Rymez

Yo adp on this boy

Don too cold I like clothes he like zoots he like benz

Always on road in a next man's ends

Tryna catch a paigon slippin'

Just to hit him with a skeng and that's mad

Cah he got a good girl and she badder than bad

Every man wan' beat but she ain't like that

Face too pretty but she got a little back

But the n***a ain't ready for a don like that

Pull up reverse pull up reverse pull up

Reverse back it up

Pull up reverse man do it up the

Curb all now when I see x5's man swerve

I told shawty I don't trap man rap

But try know I been a bad boy from birth

She loves jewels she wants shoes

I just gotta match that prada purse

All now it's eighteen o's of dirt

All now I get a text from sandra first

Hop in my foreign and I swerve

Skrr swerve

I always wanted to stuff my

Money made me worse yeah

Heard you're tryna find out

What I'm worth yeah ahh

Every time pull up I make sure

That they feelings hurt b***h

I just put a bachelor condo on

My wrist yeah on my wrist yeah

Can't live like this gotta ride

'Round with a stick yeah pew pew pew

Catch me lackin' shoot me in the

Head I ain't givin' up s**t yeah

On the road for ten years mans

Ain't take no diss yeah yeah

She stylish and want a man that's stylish

Walk with five in my jean no wyclef

Show that show that's lightwork

Still I can't get apply from trident

She wanna step and eat steak and lobster

I'm tryna make her cook steamed and fried fish

She likes sex and I like it too

Still make her mind colourful

I don't want my man on the road no more

I don't wanna do m fly o no more

Come home and come show me that

Who gonna answer when the fiends dem call

Who's gonna answer when the feds dem knock

Beatin' down doors and you're doing up spots

I know feds on me cah I got two stripes yeah

I'm scared if they hit it with a third I'm gone

It loves me I gotta love it back

Course I do 'cause it brought me back

I didn't trap couldn't 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 ain't new to waps

Still tryna juggle this trap

And rap all of my fiends turn facts

Hop in my foreign and I swerve skrr swerve

I always wanted to stuff my money made me worse yeah

Heard you're tryna find out what I'm worth yeah ahh

Every time pull up I make

Sure that they feelings hurt b***h

I just put a bachelor condo

On my wrist yeah on my wrist yeah

Can't live like this gotta ride

'Round with a stick yeah pew pew pew

Catch me lackin' shoot me in

The head I ain't givin' up s**t yeah

On the road for ten years mans

Ain't take no diss yeah yeah