"Swerve" lyrics
Aye Pops
They love that soulful shit
OKE
I mean we do this shit 'cause we love it
I mean we did this shit 'cause we couldn't find Just Blaze
We good
It's The Firm, nigga
I'm back, open the door nigga
All this 'bout the verse, what is it for nigga?
I ain't Jay-Z nigga, I'm still poor nigga
AR, Stat, walk with me to the store nigga
My baby mama hurt my feelings, got me sore nigga
But that's cool 'cause I'm back to my core nigga
Sup? 40 Glock you want some more nigga?
Game don't fall off, Game get bored nigga
Compton, got it coming out my pores nigga
I'm like Cassidy with 25 million
Stack it up, that's like a project building
Get back with 50 but I can't 'cause I killed him
Wait, have you seen him?
Nada, papa, nigga live on that milk carton
And my nigga Boosie still ain't got a pardon
Swerve!
Said my nigga Boosie still ain't got a pardon, swerve
My little nigga Boosie still ain't got a pardon, swerve
Say my nigga Lil Boosie still ain't got a pardon, now swerve
So take a shot at any of my little niggas, it's war nigga
Fuck a gun, we bring hammers, like we Thor nigga
My nigga Pops got beats you can't ignore nigga
Said my nigga Pops got beats you can't afford nigga
Wake up double the kush, we by the shore nigga
It's 3:40 now, back in Compton by 4 nigga
105, doing 105, shell slides like doves in it
I'm so good with the razor
Take the hard brick of soap and carve dove in it
I got your bitch no glove in it
I went raw, bust a nut in there
Disrespect intended however you spend it, dissect your rent
'Cause none of ya'll from out here
You think you run out here, have your ass on a run out here
You a bum out here, and no don't call Big U
'Cause we in the Phantom and we 'bout to bust a big U, swerve
Said my nigga Boosie still ain't got a pardon now, swerve
My little nigga Boosie still ain't got a pardon nope, swerve
And all these little niggas rockin' Boosie flat top fuck that, swerve
'Til my little nigga get his ass a pardon we gon' swerve
Hey Pops, you a motherfucker for this shit
I tell you what I'm 'a do
I'm 'a talk to you motherfucking for about
4 and a half more bars
And I'm 'a let that bitch breathe
So when my nigga Boosie get out the motherfucking joint
He can catch some shit on one these motherfuckers
Soulful shits
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
They love that soulful shit
OKE
I mean we do this shit 'cause we love it
I mean we did this shit 'cause we couldn't find Just Blaze
We good
It's The Firm, nigga
I'm back, open the door nigga
All this 'bout the verse, what is it for nigga?
I ain't Jay-Z nigga, I'm still poor nigga
AR, Stat, walk with me to the store nigga
My baby mama hurt my feelings, got me sore nigga
But that's cool 'cause I'm back to my core nigga
Sup? 40 Glock you want some more nigga?
Game don't fall off, Game get bored nigga
Compton, got it coming out my pores nigga
I'm like Cassidy with 25 million
Stack it up, that's like a project building
Get back with 50 but I can't 'cause I killed him
Wait, have you seen him?
Nada, papa, nigga live on that milk carton
And my nigga Boosie still ain't got a pardon
Swerve!
Said my nigga Boosie still ain't got a pardon, swerve
My little nigga Boosie still ain't got a pardon, swerve
Say my nigga Lil Boosie still ain't got a pardon, now swerve
So take a shot at any of my little niggas, it's war nigga
Fuck a gun, we bring hammers, like we Thor nigga
My nigga Pops got beats you can't ignore nigga
Said my nigga Pops got beats you can't afford nigga
Wake up double the kush, we by the shore nigga
It's 3:40 now, back in Compton by 4 nigga
105, doing 105, shell slides like doves in it
I'm so good with the razor
Take the hard brick of soap and carve dove in it
I got your bitch no glove in it
I went raw, bust a nut in there
Disrespect intended however you spend it, dissect your rent
'Cause none of ya'll from out here
You think you run out here, have your ass on a run out here
You a bum out here, and no don't call Big U
'Cause we in the Phantom and we 'bout to bust a big U, swerve
Said my nigga Boosie still ain't got a pardon now, swerve
My little nigga Boosie still ain't got a pardon nope, swerve
And all these little niggas rockin' Boosie flat top fuck that, swerve
'Til my little nigga get his ass a pardon we gon' swerve
Hey Pops, you a motherfucker for this shit
I tell you what I'm 'a do
I'm 'a talk to you motherfucking for about
4 and a half more bars
And I'm 'a let that bitch breathe
So when my nigga Boosie get out the motherfucking joint
He can catch some shit on one these motherfuckers
Soulful shits
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Writer(s): Dominic Wynn Woods
