Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Crane
Songwriter
Lyrics
(That's a bad white boy, man)
Eighty-five I'm swerving (Eighty-five I'm swerving)
Damn these bitches swerving (Damn these bitches swerving)
I'm 'bout to pop a thirty ('Bout to pop a fucking thirty)
Damn I feel like Curry (Damn I feel like Curry)
I need that money in a hurry (And I need it right now)
I got my double cup on dirty (Got my double cup on dirty nigga)
OG got my vision blurry (I can't see fucking shit)
OG got me speaking slurry (Bitch)
Swerving, swerving, swerving
Swerving, swerving, swerving
Swerving, swerving, swerving (Bitch, Dutch)
Swerving, swerving, swerving
Damn a nigga swerving (Bitch)
I go see the tailor, style my fit, he got me swift (Swift)
Smoke out the spot, walk by the door, we coming out, you get a sniff (Sniff)
I'm DUI, ain't 'posed to drive, I got to look back when I drift (Skrrt)
You go to court, you bet' not tell cause they gon ask you what you meant
I stay focused, I can't blink, don't give a vibe that you can't keep
Please don't give me no more problems, I won't ever get no sleep
Who at the door? Don't let 'em in, we flushing drugs down in the sink
She drive the boat, I'm in her throat, who put that liq' inside her drink?
I be higher than a pilot, she a ten but got some mileage
Paying pussy ain't for me, I can't fuck if I can buy it (What?)
I been waiting on my moment, but I know it's bout the timing (Okay)
No more hitting up the plug, I don't need him, I supply it
Eighty-five I'm swerving (Eighty-five I'm swerving)
Damn these bitches swerving (Damn these bitches swerving)
I'm 'bout to pop a thirty ('Bout to pop a fucking thirty)
Damn I feel like Curry (Damn I feel like Curry)
I need that money in a hurry (And I need it right now)
I got my double cup on dirty (Got my double cup on dirty nigga)
OG got my vision blurry (I can't see fucking shit)
OG got me speaking slurry (Bitch)
Swerving, swerving, swerving
Swerving, swerving, swerving
Swerving, swerving, swerving (Bitch, Dutch)
Swerving, swerving, swerving
Damn a nigga swerving (Bitch)
Cash coming in and coming out, I'm coming in your woman mouth
College Park, I'm from the south, I was dried up in a drought
Had no friends, they cast me out
No lane change, I changed the route
I was locked in, made it out
No Ben 10, I'm switching out
I had to change, I get it (I get it)
Whatever it is I'm with it (I'm with it)
She got a style I dig it (I dig it)
And if she a ten I'm in it (I'm in it)
Whatever I said I did it (I did it)
Ain't been in my zone in a minute (Uh huh)
I had to exceed my limit (I did)
All of my gas is explicit (Uh)
Damn I love to hustle (I love that shit)
Pushing weight done grew my muscles
Bring the profit, make it double
I'm popping my shit and it ain't gon' be subtle
Remember them days when I used to struggle
Now I sit back and think 'bout the hustle
Punch in the clock and run up the numbers
Turned to a beast, I came out the jungle
Eighty-five I'm swerving (Eighty-five I'm swerving)
Damn these bitches swerving (Damn these bitches swerving)
I'm 'bout to pop a thirty ('Bout to pop a fucking thirty)
Damn I feel like Curry (Damn I feel like Curry)
I need that money in a hurry (And I need it right now)
I got my double cup on dirty (Got my double cup on dirty nigga)
OG got my vision blurry (I can't see fucking shit)
OG got me speaking slurry (Bitch)
Swerving, swerving, swerving
Swerving, swerving, swerving
Swerving, swerving, swerving (Bitch, Dutch)
Swerving, swerving, swerving
Damn a nigga swerving (Bitch)
Writer(s): Christopher Crane
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