Swervin

[Verse 1: Chuck] Pop my trunk on 'em Looking like I got a bunch of dope on me Sitting at the light got police scoping Cause these folks shouldn't have that much gold on ’em They want a young nigga photo so I pose for ’em Middle finger up to the store for ’em Rubbing elbows with the store owner Paper bag boy at your local grocery Paid about a knot, riding through last night Might do it, rock to it, Rod Stewart's guitar Staying Jimmy Page paid rage against the machine Eric Clapton, BB King, Eagles trafficking cream And we run DMC I know you know what that mean Running Rebels '93 white UNLV Like what could that be? White drop GMC Might cop me a P, I talked it down to a G Downtown in new gear, riding 'round with that thing Now we got us some rings so take a pic with the team Trophy ?? gold case, Polo ?? with the green You know it ain’t the only way that we can win whipping cream [Hook x4: Polyester the Saint] This is how my day go This is how my day go Swerving! This is how my day go [Verse 2: Mikey] Yo girl cute to me I'll buy her ass some sandals take her ass to the beach That wawa, that aqua, that agua, that Spanish I’m on some Rio Grande shit Coming up from nothing, now I’m always puffing something That'll start with ?? hoes be focused on me Cause my garage like a stable, I'm a dog with the ladle When I’m whipping, working, come get a bowl of this soup Man I'm a god with the labels, that Givenchy, that Mariani Margielas, snapbacks that I brought back Sold 'em to all those false flaggers On the TV screen at ’em like damn Those niggas is just gon' bite We limelight, go get your shades if we’re just too bright [Hook x4] [Verse 3: Mikey] What’s shaking, on vacation and stayed caking And Boobie picking and choosing She say she digging the music And she be already going with the charms ready Had her palms sweaty, I pass her pussy to Inglais I’m two iPhones deep, I can’t focus on her But she a piece believe I tried to squeeze Hit that ass Virgin Mary, Buddha, Dalai Lama, Jesus Rich nigga or broke nigga, you lazy I don’t smoke with you Swordfish on the boat, Moncler on the coat Mama ain't a ho, she just know who to bust it for It’s simple Cartiers on the temple When I told 'em man it's juking (juking), smacking (smacking) Word around town is you wanna lay it down with a big dog, captain You wake up in the morning what happened? You like [Hook x4]