Oh Wow...Swerve

Oh wow
You want the next part, kablaow, yeah, kablaow, yeah
Hold up, oh wow, shit, thats the part
Shit, Im proud the track
Got a whole lot of cash , Kablaow, I put a hole in your...
Oh wow (Oh wow, oh wow)
She got a big old ass, Im proud (But)
I got a whole lot of cash, kablaow
I put a hole in your ass (And then), Im out
Like a mother****in lamp
Smoke in my nappy dreads, how you scared to die, nigga?
Dont believe that lie, I think that everybody happy dead
Hell is a fabricated figment of imagination
I done seen worse for real right there off Yadkin behind gas station
Cambridge Homes, partments where the girls get damaged young
From overexposure to the vultures
That prey on them like pastors is supposed to
If they wasnt so concerned about the tags thats on they clothes, but
Guess thats how it goes, **** it, what do I know?
Aint been in service since Jim Jones had somethin with Hov
I document my life with rap beefs, love songs, favorite albums
In years that my niggas got blood on
Their sneakers from bodies they mightve caught
I dont judge no one, Im just knowin
At night, when it get quiet, that shit could **** with em
And if it dont right now, its gon catch up to em
Guilt heavy as a cloud in a thunderstorm, huh
My niggas blowing loud like an elephant
Its helpin em to cope, I dont do nothin if it dont
Make somethin , make a dollar
Make me wonder, make me prouder
Make me karma, make me better
I aint no killer, dont make me have to, nigga
You want my spot, well maybe after, nigga
So active on the radio, Im radioactive, nigga
Thats a bar, I had to give it to em
Never slouching, not even on couches in the living room
And I feel like the world is ending soon
Is the ending good or bad? Well thats depending on you
And if you wake up in time
I know its better to be sleep, thats why we hate the alarm
I feel you
Oh wow (Oh wow, oh wow)
She got a big old ass (She got a big old butt), Im proud (What?)
I got a whole lot of cash (Racks, racks ), kablaow
I put a hole in your ass (And then), Im out
Like a mother****in lamp
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Bizness Boi
Yeah, uh
Oh yeah
If I keep moving like this, then Ima glide
Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside
And I know it inside, inside out, ayy
What this shit here mean? Is this Japanese? Huh
If I keep moving like this, then Ima glide
Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside
And I know it inside, inside out, ayy
What this shit here mean? Is this Japanese? Huh
The way Im robbin, niggas say Im gonna die
I bought a baby Draco carbine, thats a mother****in lie
Stephen Curry on my hip, Klay Thompson, let it fly
Southwest Murder Block Crips, we dont die, we multiply (Crip)
Maxo talk a lot of shit but is he really bout that life? (Say what?)
Is a pigs pussy pork and can a caterpillar fly? (Thats right)
Go Go Gadget, toting ratchets, beam attachment on the side
I keep a savage thatll blast it, my crash dummies down to ride
These niggas janky than a bitch, I do my shit up on my lonely
So I cant trust you on a lick if you not Nina, Mac, or Tommy
Traphouse serving like hibachi, Draco, chopstick, baby AK
Different flavors like Tekashi, twelve gauge shotty like Im Tr3yway
Maxo Kobe, holy moly, servin Smokey like Im Day-Day
Runnin out of dog food like I fed Chico
Put a brick on your head and get you dropped like Deebo
Im slangin bricks like Craig, Im tryna drop these bows
If I keep moving like this, then Ima glide
Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside
And I know it inside, inside out, ayy
What this shit here mean? Is this Japanese? Huh
If I keep moving like this, then Ima glide
Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside
And I know it inside, inside out, ayy
What this shit here mean? Is this Japanese? Huh
Look
Alright, I ****ed up my whip cause Im high and I swerve
Sorry that I scared you, I aint do that on purpose
My life been ****ed up so I got problems with my nerves
My hands get sweaty, hold up, blam, steady