Swerve Lyrics – Rob49, G Herbo

[Intro: Rob49]
(Yeah, SHEL)
Turn it up in the headphones
Biggest in it man
Real P pusher, bad ho fu*ker, real hat tapper, man
Play dead, try, you dying, know what I’m saying?

[Verse 1: Rob49]
Uh, yeah, I’m still in the hood, buying stolen cars, n!gga, fu*k a Patek
I’m ducking that ho and I’m ducking that b!tch, but I ain’t never duck no static
I done made five-hundred thousand for this show, I spent an M on fashion
I’m fu*king hoes and getting they head tapped ’bout that s*it, what’s happening?

Money start that violence, I got munyun, they start wilding
S*it, they asked me what I’ma do about ol’ dude, I dropped a dollar, yeah
All night in them hotties, he a goblin, tryna hurt somebody, yeah
N!ggas say they don’t like when I talk s*it, then do something bout it, yeah
All my jewelry Jack Frost, n!gga won’t need to cut the lights on
I take Perc’ ’cause I don’t smoke weed, but I take hydrocodone, hm

[Bridge: Rob49 & G Herbo]
Swerv, fu*k we doing, n!gga? We in the Raq right now (Go)
Biggest in it, n!gga, private, yeah
Two hundred for this, man, fu*k a n!gga talking ’bout?
Sixty thousand for the Teeth, all— GIA certified (Ski)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Ayy, I’m balling right now, fu*k ya necks
Reach for the s*it on my neck, this b!tch go vrrt out the vet
Way before Maybachs and s*it, I was hopping out the Lex
Your ho wish she could eat this d!ck up right now through a text
Had a dream, me all my kids was counting M’s on a jet, yeah
Woke up to a call ’bout a check for five, gotta go collect
Big G, I ain’t have no money at all, but I had respect
That’s why all my dogs’ll die for me and they know I’ll stretch something
Now I collect back ends, hop out the V when it’s time to meet
Remember 2010, I was like fifteen, we was walking up, killing n!ggas down the street, uh

[Verse 3: Rob49]
Yeah, you want smoke, then show me
Huh, you a ho, don’t bro me
Ask the city, we getting s*it smoked, n!gga, like a fu*king stoner
Bro been on them pills for about four years, n!gga beat that fu*king monkey
B!tch, I’m out the ‘Ville and when s*it get real, we with that, yeah, on foenem
Hm, we sell weed and coke here, hm, murder one, you know this
Hm, breaking the money down with the whole gang, n!gga, fu*k a Rolex, hm
I ain’t on chill time since head tap, like yeah, on bronem
Hm, I be taking four pills at a time ’cause one don’t get me loaded, hm
Fifty thousand in my jeans to get my point across
I done spent 10K on some white tees and some Polo drawls
N!gga ain’t tryna be no gangsta, I’m tryna get s*it chalked
Go take the show money and put it in the streets and get ya bought, hm
I done made more plays then that wide receiver, Randy Moss
Hm, n!gga at ya head like Spades, I’ll pull ya card

[Verse 4: G Herbo]
Cybertruck don’t start (It don’t), we selling green and hard (Forever)
We caught murder ones, I’m grateful they locked me up for fraud (Wham)
Cracked a n!gga dome, broad day, ain’t never cracked a card (Never)
Bought a pint of Act’ on Earth, then I went back to Mars
N!gga miss my brother name, he must be retarded
Hollywood Walk of Fame, put him with the stars
Fu*k being rich, I’m with the elite, off going bar for bar
Only got two hands, two feet, but got like five cars
Freak at home, I’m making her moan like R&B
Told her, “Bring a friend,” she tweaked, real skin, I’m geeked, b!tch, pardon me
Like I lost a flash drive, she leaked
Pop outside, let’s slide in the Jeep
Old b!tches keep saying how I’m a vibe, new s*it on the line ’cause they dying to see
Run through a big bag, yeah, in a week, two hundred G’s, it’s all blue cheese
I don’t even got my passport, fu*k with her tough, ain’t tripping, I’ll fly her to Greece
Couple of mil’ I put on the streets, my gang got jewelry, cribs and fleets
Them savages take ya plate to eat on, cap every n!gga we hate, deceased
Jumped in that water, was waist deep
If I stayed sober, I can’t sleep
I feel like the greatest, dead or alive, fu*k your top five, don’t rate me, Swerv