SWERVE lyrics

[Chorus]
No back from the grave, had to kill 'em all
See a body drop, it’s tragic
f*ckboys talk, I turn 'em to ashes
Blade to your neck and I'm better like acid
Run your mouth, .556 blasting
Set me a limit b*tch, I blew past it
Talk about me, send you straight to the casket
Won’t see my face but I'm up, no masking
Always hitting first so I'll never be drafting

[Verse]
They all talk about me, they don't really want smoke
Had to put 'em in a grave, and it's six feet deep
Try to run a motherf*cker, put a red dot on your head
I don't really give a f*ck cause b*tch I don't bleed

I pull up with a blade, I swing
You b*tches all talk, they ain’t see what I seen
New whip, new strap, pull the trigger, I squeeze
b*tch I got black blood, you already know what I mean

Yeah, I came up from the grave with a brand new blade
Never really had a soul so the skull I split
Know what’ll make 'em all mad, how I came up from the ash
They obsessin’ about me, won't get off my di*k
I ain't think about my enemies, just send 'em to the bottom
Motherf*cker try to stop me, they won’t ever say I got 'em
They all way to scared of talking, they don't really wanna problem
Keep on biting my flow, headshot, I drop 'em

So, I put 'em in a grave, got the bodies piled up
Undercover so full, ain't got no room
If a pus*y want smoke, tell his ass try to run it up
Brand new whip and the pedal go-

I ain't scared of these b*tches, they nothing, huh
How they feel when I pull up, I'm clutching
Coming with a body bag, see 'em all ducking
Throw 'em in the fire, got my adrenaline rushing

So, b*tch I swerve
Got a course stacked up with the blood on my face
Cause you b*tches ain't, b*tches ain't learn
New whip, black paint everything I got

Like b*tch I, b*tch I burn, leave 'em all dead, undercover
Pull up with some buddies and you know I'll be dropping
Blade to your neck, I ain't giving no option
Up on sight so you know that I'm locking

[Chorus]
Had to kill 'em all
See a body drop, it's tragic
f*ckboys talk, I turn 'em to ashes
Blade to your neck and I'm better like acid
Run your mouth, .556 blasting
Set me a limit b*tch, I blew past it
Talk about me, send you straight to the casket
Won't see my face but I'm up, no masking
Always hitting first so I'll never be drafting