Swervin' in my Tibby
Flat out through the city
I blow right past yo Mini
Whippin' it like Dominic
I'm hearin' sirens in the distance
Eat my dust, good riddance
Slow down in no instance
Through traffic I'm driftin'
Driftin'
Lane switchin'
Shiftin' till the transmission starts slippin'
Cameras flashin' like I'm in a race
Speedin' past them wit' a smile on my face
Flippin' em off, don't tell me "behave"
Foot on the gas till the day I decay
Cuz I'm a menace to society
The popo must be fans
Cuz they keep on fuckin' eyeing me
Cut off a couple rats
Now they out here tellin' lies on me
But I'm just stackin' bands
For all I care you can keep mindin' me, bitch
Blood rushin' through my veins
As I'm swervin' through the lanes
Any weather, snow or rain
Slow me down to no avail
Live fast, die young
Cemented in my brain
If I crash, cry none
I died doin' my thing
What's that?
Look out!
No match
Who bout it?
Jewels, I'm flaunting
Two bags, I'm on it
Big body swervin' when I'm cutting through the lanes
Said they want the loudest pack I'm coming through with no delay
It's just business
Don't get it twisted
I'm just lifted
Can't stop I'm on the way with presence like I'm gifted
Whippin' through the streets
Got the lights flashin' behind me
Hardest in the game
I son these bitches like I'm Wiley
With this shit
Different strokes, I really hit that fuckin' lick
Fresh new bitch
She tell me she love me I ain't with that shit
Flip that script
Live that lavish life I always dreamed of it
Sickest whip
Hundred on the dash I'm in control of this
With this shit
Different strokes, I really hit that fuckin' lick
Fresh new bitch
She tell me she love me I ain't with that shit
Flip that script
Live that lavish life I always dreamed of it
This shit lit
Skrrting past you bitches, you should really quit
Motherfucker better put the fuckin' pace up
Pace up
I see you kiss yo girl but bitch I face fuck
Came up, stay and shake up
I make them fiends pop pills
And they love that brain fuck
I be the main plug
Over here I be your main connect
That cheese and dope I feel like Project Pat
Sig Sauer, Glock and Heckler
German trapper
Side hustle rapper
That's that shit that I don't fuck with
Ski mask when I'm robbin'
Ana when I'm sellin' dope
The pills that you be poppin'
All been pressed by me
In the cut with the white tee
Fuck you mean you want for free
You gone talk with the .223, uh
Wake up in the morning hit the stove
Stress coming in but I stay cold
Pull up all alone you gone fold
400 clients on my phone