Swervin' on the highway, switchin' lanes,
I don't do no crashin
I don't get no bitches passed to me,
I'm the one who passin
Pop out to the club, ain't in designer,
But I'm still in fashion
Niggas think I'm cap, ask my brother,
Cause he seen it happen
Push up on a bitch and ask her what it do
I can't bring you round the hoes,
You make em uncomfortable
Shorty thinkin' she a meal, that lil' shit like a Lunchable
He was talkin' shit, now his face lookin punchable
I don't get fronted told the plug ima pay in full
Niggas be pedestrians, I had a car in high school
I'm a rapper now, you can search me up on iTunes Brodie never worried bout his opps
Say they gon' die soon
Had a link, but found a better one, so I hadda spin Her
Why you f*ckin' with them lame niggas,
Come f*ck with a winner
She don't eat no pork,
But I gave her sausage for her dinner
Came in like a vet, bet you couldn't tell
I just started
Copped a P, bagged it up,
Room smellin like I farted
You be thirsty with the bitches
Every pic you tryna heart it
Hop up on a beat, paint a picture,
I'm a f*ckin' artist
Don't get hit with this it turn a body to a F*ckin' Carcus
How the f*ck you can't stack
Nigga don't spend
Why the f*ck you snitch,
Stay solid, nigga don't bend
If you need a feature, gotta pay me,
Then you send a open
Brodie mixed the Xanny with the lean, I think he overdosing
Bro say he ain't goin' broke, could whip the dope, He know the potion
20 J's a day, that's the only way a nigga copin
Think she got a chance, told her keep hopin' Nutted in her, but I couldn't pull out,
I kept strokin'
Got it gone in bout a week, nigga,
I been havin' motion
You don't know about it, I could teach you
Oh, you live far
It's alright, I could meet you
If you ain't talkin' bout the bread,
I can't even speak to you
Had a year to get it right,
I'll show you what a week'll do
I don't fall for they facades, glasses on
I'm seein' through
Late night I be horny text a bitch like,
When I'm seein' you?
F*ck for half an hour, get my nut off, then
I'm leavin' you
This shit crazy, every other week,
I'm with a different lady
Bro was sellin' crack and had it boomin
Like we in the 80s
Bitch, you know I got too many options
Why you tryna date me
She keep pourin' liquor in my cup,
I think she tryna rape me
I be showin' hella love,
I don't know why niggas hate me
Oh, cause they some bitch ass niggas
Couple years, ima be a rich ass nigga
Til then, get the f*ck up off my dick
Weird ass niggas, f*ck wrong with y'all niggas Stay up off my dick, get your money up
Broke ass niggas, f*ck wrong with y'all niggas
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English
Swervin' on the highway, switchin' lanes,
I don't do no crashin
I don't get no bitches passed to me,
I'm the one who passin
Pop out to the club, ain't in designer,
But I'm still in fashion
Niggas think I'm cap, ask my brother,
Cause he seen it happen
Push up on a bitch and ask her what it do
I can't bring you round the hoes,
You make em uncomfortable
Shorty thinkin' she a meal, that lil' shit like a Lunchable
He was talkin' shit, now his face lookin punchable
I don't get fronted told the plug ima pay in full
Niggas be pedestrians, I had a car in high school
I'm a rapper now, you can search me up on iTunes Brodie never worried bout his opps
Say they gon' die soon
Had a link, but found a better one, so I hadda spin Her
Why you f*ckin' with them lame niggas,
Come f*ck with a winner
She don't eat no pork,
But I gave her sausage for her dinner
Came in like a vet, bet you couldn't tell
I just started
Copped a P, bagged it up,
Room smellin like I farted
You be thirsty with the bitches
Every pic you tryna heart it
Hop up on a beat, paint a picture,
I'm a f*ckin' artist
Don't get hit with this it turn a body to a F*ckin' Carcus
How the f*ck you can't stack
Nigga don't spend
Why the f*ck you snitch,
Stay solid, nigga don't bend
If you need a feature, gotta pay me,
Then you send a open
Brodie mixed the Xanny with the lean, I think he overdosing
Bro say he ain't goin' broke, could whip the dope, He know the potion
20 J's a day, that's the only way a nigga copin
Think she got a chance, told her keep hopin' Nutted in her, but I couldn't pull out,
I kept strokin'
Got it gone in bout a week, nigga,
I been havin' motion
You don't know about it, I could teach you
Oh, you live far
It's alright, I could meet you
If you ain't talkin' bout the bread,
I can't even speak to you
Had a year to get it right,
I'll show you what a week'll do
I don't fall for they facades, glasses on
I'm seein' through
Late night I be horny text a bitch like,
When I'm seein' you?
F*ck for half an hour, get my nut off, then
I'm leavin' you
This shit crazy, every other week,
I'm with a different lady
Bro was sellin' crack and had it boomin
Like we in the 80s
Bitch, you know I got too many options
Why you tryna date me
She keep pourin' liquor in my cup,
I think she tryna rape me
I be showin' hella love,
I don't know why niggas hate me
Oh, cause they some bitch ass niggas
Couple years, ima be a rich ass nigga
Til then, get the f*ck up off my dick
Weird ass niggas, f*ck wrong with y'all niggas Stay up off my dick, get your money up
Broke ass niggas, f*ck wrong with y'all niggas
I don't do no crashin
I don't get no bitches passed to me,
I'm the one who passin
Pop out to the club, ain't in designer,
But I'm still in fashion
Niggas think I'm cap, ask my brother,
Cause he seen it happen
Push up on a bitch and ask her what it do
I can't bring you round the hoes,
You make em uncomfortable
Shorty thinkin' she a meal, that lil' shit like a Lunchable
He was talkin' shit, now his face lookin punchable
I don't get fronted told the plug ima pay in full
Niggas be pedestrians, I had a car in high school
I'm a rapper now, you can search me up on iTunes Brodie never worried bout his opps
Say they gon' die soon
Had a link, but found a better one, so I hadda spin Her
Why you f*ckin' with them lame niggas,
Come f*ck with a winner
She don't eat no pork,
But I gave her sausage for her dinner
Came in like a vet, bet you couldn't tell
I just started
Copped a P, bagged it up,
Room smellin like I farted
You be thirsty with the bitches
Every pic you tryna heart it
Hop up on a beat, paint a picture,
I'm a f*ckin' artist
Don't get hit with this it turn a body to a F*ckin' Carcus
How the f*ck you can't stack
Nigga don't spend
Why the f*ck you snitch,
Stay solid, nigga don't bend
If you need a feature, gotta pay me,
Then you send a open
Brodie mixed the Xanny with the lean, I think he overdosing
Bro say he ain't goin' broke, could whip the dope, He know the potion
20 J's a day, that's the only way a nigga copin
Think she got a chance, told her keep hopin' Nutted in her, but I couldn't pull out,
I kept strokin'
Got it gone in bout a week, nigga,
I been havin' motion
You don't know about it, I could teach you
Oh, you live far
It's alright, I could meet you
If you ain't talkin' bout the bread,
I can't even speak to you
Had a year to get it right,
I'll show you what a week'll do
I don't fall for they facades, glasses on
I'm seein' through
Late night I be horny text a bitch like,
When I'm seein' you?
F*ck for half an hour, get my nut off, then
I'm leavin' you
This shit crazy, every other week,
I'm with a different lady
Bro was sellin' crack and had it boomin
Like we in the 80s
Bitch, you know I got too many options
Why you tryna date me
She keep pourin' liquor in my cup,
I think she tryna rape me
I be showin' hella love,
I don't know why niggas hate me
Oh, cause they some bitch ass niggas
Couple years, ima be a rich ass nigga
Til then, get the f*ck up off my dick
Weird ass niggas, f*ck wrong with y'all niggas Stay up off my dick, get your money up
Broke ass niggas, f*ck wrong with y'all niggas
Writer: Jeru Hopkins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid