$werve lyrics
by Sickboyrari
[Chorus: Sickboyrari]
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
[Verse 1: Sickboyrari]
Cocaine, she sniff that
Young b*tch, that ass fat
Cerial, I eat that
My di*k hard, I beat that
[?] young hoodrat
That skateboard, I skate that
We in the streets like crackheads
I'm wavy like Max B
Free that n*gga Max B
I'm gettin' head in the backseat
Trift Store, I sell clothes
I make money, cocaine money
My nose runny, my head spinnin'
I hit licks with my milf b*tch
Sip wild and take pics
Ski mask with that blizzard b*tch
[Bridge: Sadie Pinn]
Spread hate and smeared tears
Inked on suntanned skin
Slit tongues of the mockingbird
You will never speak the same, never speak the same
[Chorus: Sickboyrari]
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
Swervin' around the curb, ghetto b*tches twistin' up herb
[Verse 2: Sickboyrari]
Swervin' the curbs, yeah, ho, that's work
All about that trillish wave, blowin' haze
Hella dope, [?]
Hella stoned, GB hits, got that [?]
Slide into the store, bought two swishers
[?]
Hunnid stacks, got the green crack
[?] shoot it in the back
And all my shoes got holes in 'em
Real skateboard n*gga [?]
[?] cocaine [?]
[?] cocaine [?]
Them flashin' lights, gotta dim that
I sit back and watch cartoons
I'm a young n*gga wit' a old Mag
Tattoos [?]
Black ambulances, our world's f*cked
In the Tears Posse, [?]
We [?] I'm like, "Hold up"
Eyes rolled back, she slowed up