Swerv

[Intro: Jim Jones]

You gotta catch that beat

You know, the beat, you gotta come

You gotta merge with that shit

You gotta merge with that shit, like we been takin'—

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

Trips to the Chi' way before they put the 'Raq in it (Let's talk about it)

That ball in my hand way before I put a pack in it

It was a good neighborhood way before they put the crack in it (I remember)

Now I'm at dice games, in the bank, got like a hundred stacks in it, nigga

There's only the truth that I can spit (Facts)

So may the Lord strike me down if there was a coupe that I ain't whip (Amen)

Let's talk about it (Uh-huh)

'Causе yeah, we do the jеts too (Uh-huh)

Got my team jumpin' on them shits just like the Jets do (Trust that)

Lookin' at NuttSO like these niggas ain't rappin' right (Uh-uh)

Talk about movies, but I swear these niggas ain't actin' right

If my niggas do a movie then these niggas ain't comin' back to life

I drop a bag on your head then that includes the whole taxing price (What's the tab, nigga?)

They catch a body, then I'ma catch a flight (Gone, nigga)

That's what I'm on, yo, that's the facts of life

These bitches start like Tubi with them BBL booties

I started with a whole pie then we would sell 'em as cuties (Break that down)

We outside, nigga, what the fuck we need a office for? (We need a office for)

We could do the yachts too, we could dock them shits off the shore (We can do all that shit)

I could tell you the price ain't the same thing what it cost before (I'm getting money)

And I'm still pourin' champagne for all my niggas that I lost at war

[Interlude: G Herbo]

Swerve

Ayy, Capo, what up?

Let's get it

You a street nigga, I'm a street nigga too, just like you

Uh, yeah

[Verse 2: G Herbo]

Made niggas get off they asses, I'm who taught 'em how to trap

Turn a quarter to a half, then switch to grass, got tired of crack (Know that)

If it's static, put on all black masks, go handle that (Uh-huh)

If you savage, give him a face shot, don't kill him behind his back (Nah)

It's a lot of niggas sayin' slick shit behind my back (Uh-huh)

They don't say much when we face up, I don't think 'bout 'em, niggas ain't tough

No handshakes, niggas can't touch me, I don't fake kick it, get away from me

Barely havin' conversations if the topic ain't money

This time might go 'Rari truck, get a new Urus, spend eight hundred

Go hard every day for all them lonely nights I ain't had nothing

Now I'm doing my thing, I'm on top of the food chain (Yeah)

Might be best get you a lane

AR-15 get to sprayin' like the shooter got mood swings, uh