Kami, Kembe X - Swerve lyrics

Swerve, swerving be the movement
With these first place maneuvers to
The slow paced losers last place zoomin’
Holdin’ tight onto they fantasies
We front line cruisin’, paintin’ pictures
Sippin’ daiquiris a modern day masterpiece
Front seat with the master key
Shotgun turn you suit and ties
To simple faded casualties
Tragically they all keep facing
These here travesties
Thinking it’s sweet as pie
Forgetting how sour them apples be
Yo, they don’t listen when I say so
Advice go: stay low
When them Joses stay aiming at your pesos
Make roll back to the chase
Back in this race with a smile on his face
Cheesing like it be a rat
Race with a cat trap
With a bat claw to these honey buns
Taking all of they cake
Taking all of they weight
All up in they face
Like a strain from a can full of mace
I done stay putting them niggas in they place
When the Save Money villain
Shoot and cue Kembe

Roll another swisher, don’t smoke it though
Just look at it
My pockets hella empty, I ain’t broken bro
Just crooked
It’s the super duper stupid fuck
I booth the blunt, get stupid stuck
Fuck with me, you losers fucked
Want some heat? Then you in luck
Niggas can’t fuck with the high rap god
It’s some time till I blow
See but I’m just mines
If I spit, I’m speaking through my lyrics
I’m just prophet
So watch this profit, money, bitches
Can’t seem to get the fuck
Up outta my best wallet
Was down and they not cause
They pride ‘cause they shot
And I kill ‘em all, feed ‘em to the lot
Just watch
Let’s be quiet, fuck, dumb ass bitches
Quit still tryna take my money, hahaha shit
What?