Swerve 4 Video (MV)

(With the demons)
(With the demons)
(And we're lurking)
(And we're murking)
(Tell em' swerve)
(Swerve)
(Swerve)
(This that Swerve four)
(Swerve)
(Swerve)
(I'm on heads hoe)
In that Jag boutta swerve, huh
I got that Rick on my shirt
Hit em up with the 556, then go boot off the X, leave the earth
Got this bread make it twerk, yeah
She eat me up like dessert
Had this bad bih pull up on me and I'm knowin' she gon' make it twerk
Park the M5 outside
Bout to go in with the gen five
I beat it up on the inside
Talk down but I got the mob ties
I got a Bentley with frog eyes
She let me beat it up like two times
Boutta go hit the road for the showtime
Just leavin' the crib, I got no time
She classy just like Roman New Times
I'm high and look like you got blue eyes
Beat her up to BPM of my song, Offbeat so I had to quantize
I'll get you killed, get you euthanized
But it look like more of a suicide
I done hit this blunt so many times, I look like a demon with red eyes
Swerve the coupe
Said swerve the coupe
Swerve the coupe
Swerve the coupe
Swerve the coupe
Swerve it
When it come to the bread, need urgent
I would risk my life just to earn it
I'm not new to this, I been done learned it
I been here a long time, not no virgin
With the demons, we lurkin
Yeah, and you know that we murkin
I done crashed my whip so many times, But this bih still think I'm perfect
Hit and dip like it's urgent
She just wanted a Birkin
I treat her right one good time, Now she stuck on me, I know she been lurkin
Ha, Laugh on the kids just cuz they fried
Why? Just tell the truth, don't gotta lie
I been on the run for 30 days and 60 nights
And the perc done doubled back and doubled down, that cost my life
Swerve the coupe, it hit the side
Now I'm seein' red, blue lights
Yeah, I can't pay them honey buns to just talk in in this mic
In that Jag boutta swerve, huh
I got that Rick on my shirt
Hit em up with the 556, then go boot off the X, leave the earth
Got this bread make it twerk, yeah
She eat me up like dessert
Had this bad bih pull up on me and I'm knowin' she gon' make it twerk
Park the M5 outside
Bout to go in with the gen five
I beat it up on the inside
Talk down but I got the mob ties
I got a Bentley with frog eyes
She let me beat it up like two times
Boutta go hit the road for the showtime
Just leavin' the crib, I got no time
(With the demons)
(With the demons)
(And we're lurking)
(Swerve)
(Swerve)
(Tell em' swerve)
(Swerve)
(Swerve)
(This that Swerve four)
(Swerve)
(Swerve)
(I'm on heads hoe)