Swerving - Gucci Mane

I think I had one too many blunts today

Too many bills, now I’m jump today

I drank a pint of lean so I wasted mine

I got the gangsta air nigga, you can taste it mine

I’m swerving, I’m swerving

All of my niggas be serving

Pull up to the curb, curb serving

Wutchu want?

Wutchu want nigga?

We workin

I’m servin, I’m servin

Come through with my Bentley, I’m swerving

Hoes say I look better in person

Maybach, I’m a close the fuckin curtains

What’s happenin, hah

Scoo up, legend

Ha!

Shout out to zone 6

Speak Gucci ah

Dollars here so up

You see me

I know you hear me

That strong here

I know you smell me

Ya’ll niggas are fuck niggas

I know you tell em

And I don’t ease em cause I’m a failure

Touchdown on niggas, see there where the pass at

What a pass that you make a nigga laugh black

Need a pass for yo nigga, you’ll get blasted

You just a midgrade nigga like my last pet

I’m just a money making nigga, you can call ash

You ain’t on me to follow you neither way on yo anklet test chick

I got so much money I left em all with every damn feel

And for the compass raise your arm up then you make a ball fist

They move my nigga so far away cause they said he was high risk

Before any come down to see him well they can pay they damn rent

And now he frustrated, incarcerated, got us all tested

And they before tried to give me 40, I’m a jump the damn face

I’m chargin 39 hundred 'fore I got them bags in here

8−50 you know I got that swag in here

I got that Mexican weed, them bricks you know that trash shit

And all you gotta do is drive this shit to after

Brick Squad in this bitch, we know for takin

I got a couple more, that’s where they gonna make it

I’m a star, Bassavella de la Gasta

And I’m a multimillionaire but I’m for Costa

These niggas tryna hold me back

Burner king never hold me back

Gucci Mane I’m all geared up

And I walk round, I’m a get missed out

Walk around with these thug pass

Damn my nigga that my bad bitch

That you broke some damn face

Have some change that I had

You feel bad but I’m not sell

You could talk trash but I moved on

Three homes, ten phones

Tell me where did it go wrong

All the money that I have

Aka that’s my stash

Nigga try to take my cash

Bet this nigga gon die fast

50 bands and the brand new pants

Take 5000 and I wipe my ass

Gucci Mane fear no man

I’m a tough guy like yo man

Mojo my right hand

And you nigga was our dope man

RIP to my dope man

Know his liquor down form head down

I’m chargin 39 hundred 'fore I got them bags in here

8−50 you know I got that swag in here

I got that Mexican weed, them bricks you know that trash shit

And all you gotta do is drive this shit to after

Brick Squad in this bitch, we know for takin

I got a couple more, that’s where they gonna make it

I’m a star, Bassavella de la Gasta

And I’m a multimillionaire but I’m for Costa