Came Thru Swervin’ (Hell Nah) lyrics

[Intro]
(Clibbo, you’re crazy for this one)
(I’m working on dying)
My favorite car Maybach, ayy
Free D-Dawg
(Ayy Brandon, why you do that?)

[Bridge]
Came through swervin’ in my favorite car, Maybach (Yeah, woah)
Tryna figure how the f*ck I’ma get these racks (Slime)
Tryna get to me to make me mad like hell nah (f*ck no)
Hit yo’ ass with this Gat, b*tch (f*ck, bang)

[Chorus]
f*ck they talkin’ bout’ bro?
Get the drank, pour the lean up ‘til I’m on the edge
Steady talkin’ like they know
They don’t know, but they know they f*ckin’ with my head
Ain’t got time for these hoes, I’m in love with my pole
n*gga know if they play, then it’s off with his head
Gotta go on the road, in the car, plenty dope
Lotta killers with me, that’s a numerous hit

[Verse 1]
Who the f*ck is this clown? He not my friend
Yeah, Lil Top, you not my kin (Lil Top)
On yo’ top, I drops these bands (Yo' top)
Hitta’s knock you out my lens (b*tch)
Yeah, b*tch, we bet a hundred not ten
Foreign cars pullin’ off, pullin’ in
Ballin’, better not talk to me then (Bop, bop, bop)
[Chorus]
f*ck they talkin’ bout’ bro?
Get the drank, pour the lean up ‘till I’m on the edge
Steady talkin’ like they know
They don’t know, but they know they f*ckin’ with my head
Ain’t got time for these hoes, I’m in love with my pole
n*gga know if they play, then it’s off with his head
Gotta go on the road, in the car, plenty dope
Lotta killers with me, that’s a numerous hit

[Bridge]
Came through swervin’ in my favorite car, Maybach (Yeah, woah)
Tryna figure how the f*ck I’ma get these racks (Slime)
Tryna get to me to make me mad like hell nah (f*ck no)
Hit yo’ ass with this Gat, b*tch (f*ck)

[Verse 2]
Jumped out, Glocks stickin’ out
I’m trippin’, let me pipe down

[Open Verse]