Swerve Songtext

Swerve on 'em
I hit that curve on 'em
They was chirping, so I went and flipped that bird on 'em
Straight up to they face
Why you tryna play?
I don't got the time
Girl, you fine, but you fake
Yeah, I had to keep it moving
I'm on some new shit
You keep on talkin' bout the old days
Girl, you a nuisance
I roll up, stunting with my homies
You bitches know me
They talking to me like they friendly
But they so phony
Yeah, they so phony

All that talking really getting on my nerves
You used to hate on me, but now the tables turn I don't fuck with you, like, when you gonna learn?

They try to show me fake love
But that's the type of shit that make me swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Yeah, that's the type of shit that make me --

Little thing from high school was all up in my DM
Saw that I was on my way and now she wanna be friends
Used to always curve me
Now she wanna jerk me
I hit her with that serve, like
"Ho, you ain't worthy"

I'm really 'bout my does
I'm really 'bout my flows
I'm really 'bout that cash
All you care about is your clothes
I swear that they used to clown me
Now they wanna be around me (facts)
I hit my glow, and now that they know
They tryna kick it like Rousey

All that talking really getting on my nerves
You used to hate on me, but now the tables turn
I don't fuck with you, like, when you gonna learn?

They try to show me fake love
But that's the type of shit that make me swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Yeah, that's the type of shit that make me swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Yeah, that's the type of shit that make me swerve