Donny Swerveo lyrics

[Intro]
Swervo
f*ck

[Chorus]
Ayy, swerving, Young Donny swervo
We gon' show out on his turf, 2019 Durango
He got shot up at the window, fah-fah-fah, get low
That twenty shots from out the Mac, now it's hotter than 6-4
How the f*ck he so guap, it don't make no sense though
That n*gga lit though, smoking endo
You n*ggas be p*ss poor
Not a word, you a b*tch, no, you ain't really on sh*t though
And my mink coat got a motherf*ckin big stove
Fah-fah, he hit hoes
n*ggas be jealous they don't make it happen
Though I'm getting money, Leonardo Di'Caprio

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, Yeah
Keep me posted, n*gga fried as a b*tch, we roasted
Spilling my act' I'm in love with the potion
Balling out of the country, I feel like Derozan
Vivianne all on my garment I'm comfy as f*ck when I'm back in my avenue
Hitting your b*tch from the back with some gratitude
I don't call that ho up she in love with my attitude
[Verse]
f*ck it I'm still going crazy my n*ggas go Brady whenever I'm back, automatical
She said you dressing so cool and so radical
I got on black, b*tch, I thought I looked tactical
Switching my flow all the time I'm adaptable
Up in the sky, boom boom boom like the [?]
I said I'm a Leo she said we compatible
I told em [?]
I'm after that b*tch going back to my casual
We can go up little b*tch we can catapult
If we gon' hit it first why the f*ck do it matter dude
High as a b*tch on a whole 'nother altitude
He only talking his sh*t on the Macintosh
Anthony Fantano ass n*gga, you better stop
I got your b*tch going crazy, she better rock
Say my word to the gang, make his motherf*ckin body drop

[Chorus]
Ayy, swerving, Young Donny swervo
We gon' show out on his turf, 2019 Durango
He got shot up at the window, fah-fah-fah, get low
That twenty shots from out the Mac, now it's hotter than 6-4
How the f*ck he so guap, it don't make no sense though
That n*gga lit though, smoking endo
You n*ggas be p*ss poor
Not a word, you a b*tch, no, you ain't really on sh*t though
And my mink coat got a motherf*ckin big stove
Fah-fah, he hit hoes
n*ggas be jealous they don't make it happen
Though I'm getting money, Leonardo Di'Caprio
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, Yeah
Keep me posted, n*gga fried as a b*tch, we roasted
Spilling my act' I'm in love with the potion
Balling out of the country, I feel like Derozan
Vivianne all on my garment I'm comfy as f*ck when I'm back in my avenue
Hitting your b*tch from the back with some gratitude
I don't call that ho up she in love with my attitude

[Outro]
f*ck
Donny
b*tch ass
Fah-fah