Ayy
Naw, for real
Where the fuck Swervo at?
Huh?
Huh
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Tryna catch him in the street and put his brains right on the curb
I'm with a hundred and fifty steppers, I'm with Swerve
I know felons, I know niggas tellin', I don't say a word
Man, you gangster killer snitchin'-ass niggas got your nerve, huh?
It be the softest niggas talkin' crazy, blame it on the drugs
I don't go nowhere without my guns, I got 'em in the club
Let me fuck you with my chain on, baby, I'm a thug
Catch an opp on his B-day, throw him a party, Mr. Rugs
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Coolin' with some bad shit, lil' Spanish bitch gettin' out the tub
Tryna see if she can help me get 'em cheaper than the plug
If I let you run up sack with me, I did that off thе love
If I trust you walkin' in back of me, most likely mеan you blood
And if we catch him, then he a casualty, we washin' shit like Dove
I asked lil' bro how many hats he got, lil' ass threw up a glove
I'm that nigga, I feel like the one, labels tryna send me a dub
Tryna buy a young nigga pub', from concrete to Persian rugs
[Chorus: Skilla Baby & G Herbo]
Tweakin' with my niggas, we be spinnin' just because
God, please forgive us, we been sinnin' just because
We don't need no reason, we gon' kill him just because
They mad because we winnin' and still givin' niggas the flux
I fell out with my cousin, I ain't kill him 'cause he blood
Don't mean I ain't paranoid just 'cause I'm not in the hood
Walked in Daniel Leathers, bought chinchillas just because
Don't think because I'm rich, I ain't gon' blick you if you budge, bitch
[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
I'm still out here spendin' shit and I'm way more than hood rich
I dare one of my niggas leave a mission with a full clip
I been tryna chill, but I still will get on some bullshit
I'm lethal with my blick, pffft, that's my switch
Pull up on the side my opps' whip, do 'em like John Wick
You can't be around the gang if you ain't never shot shit
[Verse 4: G Herbo]
My hustle all muscle, so I double this shit like a lick
Let's turn one blick to two blicks, we drop three, then go up six
I'm out of town tweakin' with my niggas 'cause I remember when we wasn't shit
I was a wildcard, used to go on hits, then post back up in the bricks (What up?)
Like a lumberjack, got shit with wooden grips and couple of sticks
And don't question me about nobody who ain't with me, that nigga a bitch (On foenem)
[Chorus: Skilla Baby & G Herbo]
Tweakin' with my niggas, we be spinnin' just because
God, please forgive us, we been sinnin' just because
We don't need no reason, we gon' kill him just because
They mad because we winnin' and still givin' niggas the flux
I fell out with my cousin, I ain't kill him 'cause he blood
Don't mean I ain't paranoid just 'cause I'm not in the hood
Walked in Daniel Leathers, bought chinchillas just because
Don't think because I'm rich, I ain't gon' blick you if you budge, bitch