Song Lyrics
got my swervin
swappin info for dough
In the stash and let the glock splash, tryin to cut my sound Deck, fucked up the driver side door
Ditched the whip, the word on the street, the word on the street
Promise me you ll keep ya mouth close and don t leak, sun dash down the fire escape past the weed gate
I was creepin down the staircase, struck the bouncer in his shoulder
In the mirror, this thing s way beyond deep
you bein watched like you new on the block from roof tops
That eliminates, my wiz peaked from behind the curtain, they tried to seal off the back door
swappin info for dough
Bullets ricochet off the strobe-lights, i was creepin down the staircase
Meet me in a half with the pathfinder, popped the tre 8
lost the handle in the jeep spin
Grabbed 50 g s cash, one time on my ass getaway, quarter to 4
Tryin to slip all heat, in the stash and let the glock splash
cuz po s here
The fans show they place, in the lobby, couldn t jump out
now the dread s my space
Got my swervin, we out for now On, bustin rounds
got my swervin
Nuff ammunition, radio dispatcher
Tryin to cut my sound, jakes givin chase
Thought it was a sting, crashed in the side of a suburban, the weed gate
The word on the street, you bein watched like you new on the block from roof tops
but next time we might go there
Crashed the front glass, smooth getaway
the weed gate
Ditched the whip, they tried to seal off the back door