Nipsey Hussle - Makin Them Swerves lyrics

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Ay, ay, ay, Nipsey, we in the building
My nigga slauson Boy Records

Ha ha, right
Ay, ay, my nigga, look, check this out, homie
Stop blowin' up my muthafuckin' phone, cuz
A nigga ain't gon' get there no quicker
You feel me?

My nigga, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes
These niggas, man, they get on my nerves
Always call me back, say they need a sack
So nigga, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, switchin' lanes
These niggas, man, they get on my nerves
Blowin' up my phone, they need the zones
So nigga I be makin' them swerves

Look, I stay on the grind


That's why you see me on the BG
I stay on the dime
I stash money out of sight
But it stay on my mind
Sells blowin' up my phone
So I stay on my line
I see these dumb niggas
Chasin' sales down the block
Fuckin' young niggas
Takin' mark money from the cops
Every day I hit the turf, I'm like
"just come through"
Servin' quarters to the homies
In the luxury coupe
I sip the Veuve Clicquot
And blow the kush through the roof
And play cat and mouse with CRASH cops
You know how we do stay off the radar
I dipped on Johnny in the Regal
Cracked a fat bitch
The next day I took her Geo
Green on green tint with Betty
Boop in her window same block, same cop
They drove right past a nigga
I'm smarter than the average
Nigga from your set
Nip Hussle, muthafucka, I got traps to check

My nigga, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes
These niggas, man, they get on my nerves
Always call me back, say they need a sack
So nigga, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes
These niggas, man, they get on my nerves
Blowin' up my phone, they need the zones
So nigga I be makin' them swerves

I don't about y'all niggas but, uh, me
I got a quota every day
I wear the same Dickies short but
Stay with the fresh J's
Little hoodrat bitch
So I stay with the fresh braids
Keep a spot on the block to
Tuck when the feds raid
My network on the turf, it's like the mob
When I pull up on my block
All my workers on they job
I give 'em their work, they give me my cash
(Cool)
They pay for a seven, I throw 'em a half
I'm tryna connects on the herd
And spread like a rash
'Cause, I heard in DC, it's 500 a half
That's a thousand a whole - fuck it
I'll be out in the cold
And cook the quarters on a portable stove
My nigga no, you don't live like this
You ain't never hit a lick and
Shook town for the flip
You never called UPS to track
The package you sent
You never broke the bricks in a Motel 6
My nigga

My nigga, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes
These niggas, man, they get on my nerves
Always call me back, say they need a sack
So nigga, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes
These niggas, man, they get on my nerves
Blowin' up my phone, they need the zones
So nigga I be makin' them swerves

Why they sold bounce and grind
Motion pounds on the eastside
Cop before the cal backed and
Hopped out the G ride
Socked out niggas you thought
Was real killers
That Crenshaw summer school
Thunderdome in the village
Back in them days when Rack
Capone knocked out Zay
And Nip Hussle had to pardon his fade
When robbin' niggas was the way that we ate
That check cashing, sock a nigga
Ripped his pockets then shake
And Wet be my blue cuddie and that chrome 380
Young niggas havin' money
Tuckin' thousands daily
Johnny was on us, rough
Pulled me over on a dime
A quarter in my ass with
A pocket full of cash
I had some Dickies shorts on
Cop told me spread my feet
That's when a nigga like me
Thank God for briefs
Enough of that though, I'm outta here
I had a long day i'm finna shake, cuz
And go do what the song say

My nigga, I be makin' them swerves