Swervin (532 Hz) (feat. Cassius Thee Sun God & Matthew Houston) Video (MV)

These bitches love my swag, but they hate the way I act
I'm a young P. Bitch, I'm a ass
If you wanna talk to me, you better have some cash
She got a fat ass
Bitch, I'm a grab
Got these bitches watchin' me, like TV
You can't see me
I'm just being me
Bitch, I'm sippin' lean
That purple stuff
Bitch, I'm twistin' blunts
Feel like we're stuck
Ooh, I'm sippin' on this purple, man
I'm smokin' on this purple
All this motherf*ckin' purple
Got me runnin' round in circles
I'm so geeked up, bitch
Call me Steve Urkel
I'm slower than a turtle
I jump you like a hurdle
Life is a bitch
And that bitch is really fertile
Ooh, I got that Magic-Stick
And these bitches call me Myrtle
I'm bout to take a sip
Now, I'm riding and I'm swervin'
Dizzy
We ridin, we swerving
We pimpin we sippin
We ridin we swervin
We pimpin you simpin
We ridin, we swerving
We pimpin we sippin
We ridin we swervin
We pimpin you simpin
We ridin, we swerving
We pimpin we sippin
We ridin we swervin
We pimpin you simpin
We ridin, we swerving
We pimpin we sippin
We ridin we swervin
We pimpin you simpin
Money on my mind, money, money on my mental
Nigga grind hard, punch the clock when the rent due
It's true
Money make the world go round, but it don't make you happy
So I'm smokin' out the pound, break it down, roll it up
We be twisted, throwin' up
Bangin' bunnies, reppin' us
F*ck the fuss
Money is a lust, not a love
I show respect to the one above
No Chicago, but I love my cubs
Shorty run up on , I call him spud
That's my blessing, that's my love
F*ck the club, I'm on the clock
Makin' money till I drop
Black and proud, like Barack
Presidential with the block
We never f*ck with feds
F*ck with old heads
I be selling all they meds
I need that dough
I need that bread
I'm hungry like never fed
My niggas, we never scared
My flow is a pistol
My lyrics is hot led
Hey, hey
We ridin, we swerving
We pimpin we sippin
We ridin we swervin
We pimpin you simpin
We ridin, we swerving
We pimpin we sippin
We ridin we swervin
We pimpin you simpin
We ridin, we swerving
We pimpin we sippin
We ridin we swervin
We pimpin you simpin
We ridin, we swerving
We pimpin we sippin
We ridin we swervin
We pimpin you simpin
They hate on me, but they hated Jesus
The game is a puzzle
Watch me put together pieces
Few are choose, you've got to see it
When I'm true, you don't have to believe it
Bible, I got 12 disciples on top of my paper like a title
I'm richy like Lionel
My destiny is final
Bad role model, I'm an idol
Walking on the moon like Michael
Bitch got suction like lipo
I go psycho
Cargo, same color as a Geico
Money what I like, though
Cash out, showing off ass out
Lawn mower, my niggas bring that grass out
Name ring bells like when class out
I'm the sun, that's the star
Pretty hoes, finer cars
Got that drank, you can't get it, bars
You soft, nigga, I go hard
Head gone, but I'm on Mars
Money long, I'm going far
To the state like I'm a star
We ridin, we swerving
We pimpin we sippin
We ridin we swervin
We pimpin you simpin
We ridin, we swerving
We pimpin we sippin
We ridin we swervin
We pimpin you simpin
We ridin, we swerving
We pimpin we sippin
We ridin we swervin
We pimpin you simpin
We ridin, we swerving
We pimpin we sippin
We ridin we swervin
We pimpin you simpin