$$WERVE

[Chorus: Sickboyrari] Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb [Verse 1: Sickboyrari] Cocaine, she sniff that Young bitch, that ass fat Cereal, I eat that My dick hard, I beat that Arty-ass young hoodrat That skateboard, I skate that We in the streets like crackheads I'm wavy like Max B Free that nigga 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 bitch Sip wine and take pics Ski mask with that blizzard bitch [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 witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb Swervin' around the curb, ghetto witch twistin' up herb [Verse 2: Sickboyrari] Swervin' the curbs, yeah, ho, that's work All about that trillish wave, blowin' haze Hella dope, fuck being paid, I ain't get laid Hella stoned, GB hits, got diamonds plates I'm finna swerve to buy two swishers And no police he got the liquor Hunned stacks, got the grill crack Next you know, shoot it in the back And all my shoes got holes in 'em Real skateboard nigga wearin’ baggy denim In the crib rollin blunts [?] cocaine [?] Drugged up girls, cocaine in em Them flashin' lights, gotta dim that I sit back and watch cartoons I'm a young nigga wit' a old Mag With Tattoos [?] Like aliens 'cause I'm real as fuck And them Terrorist Posse with the fingers up We throwed up, I'm like, "Hold up" Eyes rolled back, she slowed up