Lostarr - Swerve lyrics

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Swerve

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Swerve

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

I’m riding around and I’m sipping

Look at the candy paint, is this dripping?

Don’t crawl my feet, just glisten

Your bad bitch we missing

I got a gold roulette, now that’s pimping

Old wood and no gripping

I ride 84’s in H Town, known to build weight, we blow a pound

Round Forgiato in the sill, got electro, you can’t miss

…you drive me, I won’t miss…

I hit the car lot and I pop it

I got credit, bitch, I got options, good cash out with no problem

Gonna take your bitch with no problem

Them chopper blades be chopping

I sway the block, be knocking…

Them hating niggas be blogging

I hit the gas, no stopping

Hold up

Swerve

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Swerve

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

I don’t know if I like these swankers better than the old ones

Fuck a Benz, codeine in, the new definition of a cold one

And I ain’t gotta watch my back, either, you know why?

‘Cause I don’t owe nothing…

My heart is black and so is my whip

That’s a killer combo…

Y’all niggas ain’t beating, y’all knocking polite

Wait till you see what I got in the trunk

Anything I drive, it gotta have lows, it gotta have highs

Came from the ghetto, don’t ever get it twisted, homie…

Swerve

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Swerve

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Riding candy cars, hood superstar

Kush, I’m the boss, I’m so high, bitch, I’m on Mars

Chrome bars smoking, candy paint soaking

Swerving left to right, you might think my stem broken

The way my trunk beating you would think my hand broken

But that’s just how we do it down here, third coasting, toasting with my double cups

A slap celebration, we all meeting up…

Screw up on my dick, that’s my favorite radio station

…got the baddest broads in the nation…we swerving, killing boys from Texas to Mississippi

I be

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve

Riding candy cars

Riding, riding candy cars

Swerve