swervin - Brookfield Duece, Freddie Gibbs

Yep

Swervin, swervin, swervin, swervin

Swervin, swervin, swervin, swervin

Foreal

Hook:

Now My eyes closed, but my mind woke

Where the time go?, devil in my room working

Now I can’t sleep alarms off, I’m tryna Lonzo (ball)

Finer things Got me thinking verses cursive

This the life I chose though, Imma go for broke

I’m losing sleep but it’s worth less I been working (yea)

Another time zone, another load road (foreal)

And imma keep gripping the curves

I’m curb swervin yea yea

Boy I’m curb swervin

Swervin, swervin, swervin, swervin, yea

Bridge:

Tripping, mind be slipping on my mission

Boy I’m swervin

Swervin, swervin, swervin, swervin, yea

Hope I ain’t gotta go missing for the listens

Boy I’m swerving

Swervin, swervin, swervin, swervin, yea

(Duece)

I know I’m supposed to do it this way

I know im supposed to follow sensei

To the heavens lord don’t let me get sprayed

Bullets rain down down down from where I’m from

Umbrella, These fellas, Get jealous

Speak true, These guns, Overzealous

I’m swerving need help, I’m ignorant

My skin color tells you, I’m ignorant

(Freddie Gibbs)

Swervin, big body swervin

Just cooked some work I’m out here working

Your hoe stay lurking

Cocaine and soda mix it perfect

I’m mister perfect

Just stuffed my blunt with gold and purple, that magic Erving, feds make me

nervous

So I stay close to my strap and keep my nose clean

All whites cats with ghosts I’m twisting dope up in that rose thang

I remember robbed Cindy cousin for a whole thang

Boy ain’t have no scratch for the laundromat couldn’t keep my clothes clean I’m

Gucci down my clothes clean

Slam dunk on yo hoe that bitch a layup (yea)

Bad bitch I might lick her fore I lay it (yea)

Super soak her throat I just might spray it (yea)

Touch me when you want Lil bitch but you can’t touch my paper (yea)

Paper yea!

Trap house be my studio

Most these niggas in the rap shit just so they can ride dick you’s a groupie hoe

Look at these days I been getting paid I don’t even entertain with the same

crew no more

Most these niggas in the rap shit just so they can ride dick you’s a groupie

hoe (yea!)

(Duece)

You know my life ain’t sweet, I need clovers

You know if this don’t work my life over

You know I spent this year looking for 4 leafs

This game ain’t fair America

Playing for keeps

Sharecropper, Fuck a oppa, This the opera

All drama, They acting, Need the oscar

Is my life a deadend, I’m ignorant

Whole time highs hands, Stretched ligaments

I wonder if they gon kill me for speaking

I wonder who has the truth that I’m seeking

I wonder who gon save me im sinking

Life rafts ain’t for niggas in e deck (nah)

If you didn’t come here for the real then eject (yep)

We all ain’t shit but listen I’m

The speck (yep)

That’s trying to change shit that’s trying to get my respect (yea)

That’s trying to get my respect boy I’m swerving