Swerve

[Intro] Rymez (Ha, ha‚ ha) Yo‚  ADP on this boy [Verse 1: Stefflon Don] Don-Don-Don  too cold‚ I like clothes, he like zoots, he like Benz Always on road in the next man's ends Tryna catch a paigon slippin'‚ just to hit him with a skeng and that's mad Cah  he got a good girl and she badder than bad Every  man wan' beat, but she ain't like that Face too pretty, but she got a little back But  the nigga ain't ready for a Don like that Pull up‚ reverse, pull up, reverse, pull up, reverse, back it up [Verse 2: Headie One] Pull up, reverse, man, do up the curb All now when I see X5's, man swerve I  told shawty I don't trap, man rap But try, know I been a bad boy from birth She love jewels, she want shoes That's gonna match that Prada purse When I was eighteen, I was in the dirt And now, I get a text from Sandra first [Chorus: NAV] Hop in my foreign and I swerve (Skrrt, swerve) I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse (Yeah) Heard you tryna find out what I'm worth (Yeah, ah) Every time pull out, I make sure that they feelings hurt (Bitch) I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah (On my wrist, yeah, ah) Can't live like this, gotta ride 'round with a stick, yeah (Pew, pew, pew) Catch me lackin', shoot me in the head, I ain't givin' up shit, yeah (Yeah, ah) On the road for ten years, mans ain't take no diss, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 3: Headie One & Stefflon Don] She stylish and want a man that's stylish Walk with five in my jean, no Wyclef Show that show, that's lightwork Still, I can't get apply from Trident She wanna step and eat steak and lobster I'm tryna make her cook steamed and fried fish She like sex and I like it too Still make her mind colorful Ion want my man on the road no more I don't wanna do M, fly O no more Come home and come show me that Who gonna answer when da fiends dem call? Who's gonna answer when da feds dem knock? Beatin' down doors and you doin' up spots I know feds on me cah I got two stripes, yeah I'm scared if they hit it with a third, I'm gone [Bridge: Headie One] It loves me, I gotta love it back Course I do 'cause it brought me back I didn't trap, couldn't buy me a Gucci bag So I bought me a cube of crack Been in the trap for years So you know that the gang ain't new to waps Still tryna juggle this trap and rap All of my fiends turn, facts (Yeah) [Chorus: NAV] Hop in my foreign and I swerve (Skrrt, swerve) I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse (Yeah) Heard you tryna find out what I'm worth (Yeah, ah) Every time pull out, I make sure that they feelings hurt (Bitch) I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah (On my wrist, yeah, ah) Can't live like this, gotta ride 'round with a stick, yeah (Pew, pew, pew) Catch me lackin', shoot me in the head, I ain't givin' up shit, yeah (Yeah, ah) On the road for ten years, mans ain't take no diss, yeah (Yeah)