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FreeWay Swerve Video (MV)




Performed By: OhJacee
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Elijah Ellis, Jace Bodrero




OhJacee - FreeWay Swerve Lyrics
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Are we afraid of these hoodlums?
No
I said are we afraid of these towns?
No
Goddamnit
Shut the f*ck up fat bitch
Don't talk to me
Got a f*cking sniper in my pants
Why I walk funny
I ain't finna pay no court fines
I still got money
Hit the judge when he get off work
Hit the mop dummy
XL bags save room for the big guns
Open up my closet I'm like f*ck it I can't pick one
??like Loc Dawg ??
Pull up with the cayenne
Finna leave him seasoned
You know we be popping out the house for any reason
I ain't gotta be a thug take a picture I'm so cheesin
F*ck another bitch I be like bae I ain't mean it
Your pussy way better get you anything this season
Ion want no bald headed bitch look like a tennis ball
Jada Pinket face ass bitch look like a bowling ball
Bitch said I hurt her tell that bitch to get a Tylenol
Look up at your friends and understand that imma pipe em all
Freeway Swerve
We take percs
Bought a half gram of Molly
Just to put it in the syrup
Everybody talkin bout it
They don't even know the word
Steady dissin on them first
Extended caught em on the third
She the cop callers
That's the shit that I encourage
Burn this motherf*cker down
Til ain't nothing left to burn
Do em like Will
Imma smack him out his perm
And imma hit you with my whip
Like these woman hit the curb
You know Jace hazardous
I remember trapping shit
Get a pound of Reggie
Then I put it in the packaging
Ion know computers
So I never did no scamming shit
Let me paint this picture
I can do this shit so accurate
Wake up in the morning with my plans to hit this re up
Cuz we up
With three blunts
Let's get us some to peace up
Get up in the car This shit so tight it make your knees crunch
Pull up to the plug to drop a bag while you at free lunch
Hit a red light on the way back
Just lay back
If we catch an op
Then we gon have to get that payback
Unless you see some shit
Then leave the blicky where it stay at
Oh shit there go that dude up in the grey jacket
Should we blast his ass from here
Or should we straight Jack him?
I'm like f*ck it man I really want that grey jacket
But at the same time man I really hate to lose
I'm like f*ck it lil homie
Knock that pussy out his shoes
I'm like Freeway Swerve
We take percs
Bought a half gram of Molly
Just to put it in the syrup
Everybody talkin bout it
They don't even know the word
Steady dissin on them first
Extended caught em on the third
She the cop callers
That's the shit that I encourage
Burn this motherf*cker down
Til ain't nothing left to burn
Do em like Will
Imma smack him out his perm
And imma hit you with my whip
Like these woman hit the curb
Smoking gas up in the trap and getting cash this make or break
I bet my lungs is black feel them collapse I'm hyperventilating
Smoking cookies serving feens since before I was a teen
What you know about this life lil bitch what's the scene?
And what's the word whats the move he pump faking he won't shoot
Take his jacket and his shoes take his carts and leave him blue
And I ain't even crip trip talkin shi what got you hit
That's what happens when you snitchin givin info to a bitch
Turn a nympho to a Christ then watch her f*ck in her repents
If you ain't clutching on no stick like rocking Nike with no swish
Turnin Salt Lake get em lit and you can take that as you will
Because the innocent be deadly and real gon recognize the real
Don't ever tell me I know nothing when I seen it before you
We came from nothing now we something elevating higher views
Don't get it twisted we be bussin just because I spared a few
Don't ever try me for a bitch cuz I uh empty out this room
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Are we afraid of these hoodlums?
No
I said are we afraid of these towns?
No
Goddamnit
Shut the f*ck up fat bitch
Don't talk to me
Got a f*cking sniper in my pants
Why I walk funny
I ain't finna pay no court fines
I still got money
Hit the judge when he get off work
Hit the mop dummy
XL bags save room for the big guns
Open up my closet I'm like f*ck it I can't pick one
??like Loc Dawg ??
Pull up with the cayenne
Finna leave him seasoned
You know we be popping out the house for any reason
I ain't gotta be a thug take a picture I'm so cheesin
F*ck another bitch I be like bae I ain't mean it
Your pussy way better get you anything this season
Ion want no bald headed bitch look like a tennis ball
Jada Pinket face ass bitch look like a bowling ball
Bitch said I hurt her tell that bitch to get a Tylenol
Look up at your friends and understand that imma pipe em all
Freeway Swerve
We take percs
Bought a half gram of Molly
Just to put it in the syrup
Everybody talkin bout it
They don't even know the word
Steady dissin on them first
Extended caught em on the third
She the cop callers
That's the shit that I encourage
Burn this motherf*cker down
Til ain't nothing left to burn
Do em like Will
Imma smack him out his perm
And imma hit you with my whip
Like these woman hit the curb
You know Jace hazardous
I remember trapping shit
Get a pound of Reggie
Then I put it in the packaging
Ion know computers
So I never did no scamming shit
Let me paint this picture
I can do this shit so accurate
Wake up in the morning with my plans to hit this re up
Cuz we up
With three blunts
Let's get us some to peace up
Get up in the car This shit so tight it make your knees crunch
Pull up to the plug to drop a bag while you at free lunch
Hit a red light on the way back
Just lay back
If we catch an op
Then we gon have to get that payback
Unless you see some shit
Then leave the blicky where it stay at
Oh shit there go that dude up in the grey jacket
Should we blast his ass from here
Or should we straight Jack him?
I'm like f*ck it man I really want that grey jacket
But at the same time man I really hate to lose
I'm like f*ck it lil homie
Knock that pussy out his shoes
I'm like Freeway Swerve
We take percs
Bought a half gram of Molly
Just to put it in the syrup
Everybody talkin bout it
They don't even know the word
Steady dissin on them first
Extended caught em on the third
She the cop callers
That's the shit that I encourage
Burn this motherf*cker down
Til ain't nothing left to burn
Do em like Will
Imma smack him out his perm
And imma hit you with my whip
Like these woman hit the curb
Smoking gas up in the trap and getting cash this make or break
I bet my lungs is black feel them collapse I'm hyperventilating
Smoking cookies serving feens since before I was a teen
What you know about this life lil bitch what's the scene?
And what's the word whats the move he pump faking he won't shoot
Take his jacket and his shoes take his carts and leave him blue
And I ain't even crip trip talkin shi what got you hit
That's what happens when you snitchin givin info to a bitch
Turn a nympho to a Christ then watch her f*ck in her repents
If you ain't clutching on no stick like rocking Nike with no swish
Turnin Salt Lake get em lit and you can take that as you will
Because the innocent be deadly and real gon recognize the real
Don't ever tell me I know nothing when I seen it before you
We came from nothing now we something elevating higher views
Don't get it twisted we be bussin just because I spared a few
Don't ever try me for a bitch cuz I uh empty out this room
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Writer: Elijah Ellis, Jace Bodrero
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